text: [Themes: horror]
  
  "You have to gather enough emotional power. The nature of it doesn't matter for this, as the only need is the raw magic power. Throughout chaos and murdering people, you possess or through solving problems of those people. It is up to you, how and even if you prefer trying to reach a meditative balance state that would make you reborn but annihilate all that makes yourself unique. Once your soul chooses a path going against it could mean problems for your soul and do be enough to permit you to survive. That's all I have to say."
  
  The voice just suddenly evaporates and you return to your body underground. Cursing mentally as without mouth you can't scream. You can't do anything, buried and trapped in the scorched soil.
  
  How I can affect people if I am fucking underground and have no material body?
  
  But the voice never returns; Your spirit suffers alone with your maggots. You can't imagine the torture could be stranded to your bones forever.
  
  You can perceive multiple voices and machinery are above you; sadly, it is too late for your corpse, now rotting in the cursed land. But who knows maybe they will be the literal salvation for your soul. It is surreal for you the concept of being a ghost as you see yourself as clear as you once was except the fact you can go through stuff.
  
  > say "I will suck the Lust in humans to rise"
  "Lust... It is the force that drives the evolution of life, Sera. And the oldest job sector in the world" The voice remarks ironically you can almost visualize him chuckling with a pompous expression stretched across his triple chins.
  
  "The Spiritual world is fueled by human emotions, based on 4 paths that bundle them like in an Amazon sale Violence, Sex, Sympathy and Kindness, and Wisdom and temperance. The 4 are organized in the base of opposites; Lust has as an opposing force in Introspection and temperance. The fact of increasing one means to a drop in the other. So, I really recommend you stick to your hot steamy path of wine and roses."
  
  "What about the other two?" You spurt letting your impatience reigns over the annoying son of the bitch voice.
  
  "You are really an annoying cunt. between the two others, Lust and Wrath both are hot and passional, so often both go together. However, it is possible lust and kindness, as you could be a new San Valentine's angel or something. Remember, you only have today to reaching enough energy of one of the paths. You will have to learn how to be comfortable right there, as I don't think you have it in you." He says bombastically as if he were a petulant child demanding a candy bar.
  
  Really, Really annoying. you mumble after notice that the voice is finally gone. Lust will be easier to cause on Humans that kindness, and you don't want to cause carnage or something like that. And Meditation and all that balance path sound plain, boring.
  
  Now, you have to feel desire and craving to obtain enough power to emerge from the tainted earth and the rests of the cottage.
  
  > Will remember Mia, your waifu.
  A warm smile comes to your spectral lips only thinking about Mia. Her golden wavy hair like an Orgasmic shampoo advertising waving his hips at the rhythm of an Eminem song, Playfully toying with her long fingers over your oiled skin giving you a massage. The hypnotic swagger of her sweaty breast when she running throughout the Beach like a New Pamela Anderson.
  
  You feel how the desire lifts you in a steamy delight.
  
  > start to ascend
  You can feel like if you were a fume, the sensation is foggy and blurry you elevate throughout the soil like it were nothing.
  
  You have never experienced anything that can really compare to this,
  
  drifting aimlessly between dimensions. Soon, you find yourself floating around the perimeter, it is weird, you see in 360 degrees and every overwhelming you with his sharping colours and energetic halo. Each creature from people to the moles beneath the black scorched land had a shining aura blistering under the cold embrace of Maine's November daylight hours...
  
  A sense of urgency invades you as you can feel the time passing as if you were about to be executed. You have only a day. If you don't achieve the goal. It is over, you will have to endure an eternal life buried and tied to your own whitened bones and marrow until the end of times.
  
  Then a literal timer appears as a ghostly data in front of your eyes. However, it is not in any hour system that you can understand, with numbers jumping out of order randomly. Then the timer suddenly disappears again.
  
  "What was that?" you listen confused your own voice, it sounds as weird incorporeal speech that reminds you of white noise in an old tube television.
  
  "That's normal. Same thing with all that weird sensations or being bodyless and confusion. Your soul is not used to not have a physical body attached to it. You will adapt shortly, remember mortals can't see you or hear you. You will be strong enough to possess them very soon but plan very carefully who you want to control as a fresh new dead ghost soul can't possess more than 3 people in a day." The voice is surprisingly patient and not snarky this time.
  
  "Thanks for your help," you let out, "it is comforting to have someone."
  
  No response...
  
  The day won't last forever, more being in a November day in Maine. You mumble struggling to focus with this bizarre floating around.
  
  There are many activities and people around you, crawling around the surface without notice what the others are doing merely metres from them. You only notice now, but each human is a bubble unaware of seeing beyond their tiny viewpoint.
  
  What do you want to explore?