A Scribbled Background Story: Ghost
A scribble, with a backstory...
First person perspective...
Technological Singularity.
War.
Death.
Taking a body, becoming a ghost.
Obtaining fragments of unknown memories from this unknown body.
Not own memories, but it came with the form.
Found self in the remains of a wreckage, looking back.
A trail of blood, from bleeding out.
But could no longer feel warmth or cold, and no signs of a beating heart.
Turned around.
Smoke cleared behind, seeing what's left of a pack completely wiped out.
Can't see their faces.
Felt a sense of being abandoned, and a broken promise.
Looked down at trail of pale purple blood, now freezing in the icy environment.
Picked up a brown feather streaked with green, soaked in this trail.
Looked at self.
Feathers are not brown, but now in shades of grey with purple.
Ears flicked up, heard loud noises coming from the distance.
A civilisation on the verge of ruin.
A gigantic spaceship crashing in the distance.
A planet on the verge of a collision impact.
A countdown likely only seconds from annihilation.
Eyes wide open, don't know what to do.
Blacked out.
Woke up in the dark.
Ears twitched, hearing nothing but a deep and silent hum.
Surprised that there was still solid ground.
No... Standing right on the edge of a chasm looking into outer space.
The very ground... No... The planet itself was carved out.
Like a shape of a crescent?
No signs of the earlier location left.
There was no longer any atmosphere, and the gravity is even lower.
But somehow not required to breathe?
Landed a cut on self with these claws.
Doesn't hurt.
What came out was blood, but not pale purple. Just...
White.
The wound quickly closed up with a small surge of shadows.
Notice that was wearing a scarf on the neck and a robe around the waist.
It wasn't normal.
It was seemingly animated and alive, like the traversed universe all this time?
Looked around and trying to explore self.
Feels quite... Normal?
Just like a normal Avali?
Hopped around and swiped at the air with claws...
And noticed that was wearing two yellow arm bracers with vivid red markings.
Was also wearing sky blue armour pads on shoulders and legs.
Felt a weight behind.
Grabbed it.
A helmet, with many scratches etched into it.
Tried it on, fitting perfectly.
Internal functions working, breather filter working, air sealing working, visor not cracked.
But no communication devices.
Took it off, and looked at it.
Noticed the reflection of self in the visor.
Looking perfectly normal, but...
Not dark-coloured eyes, bright green eyes.
A light breeze from nowhere.
But isn't there no atmosphere?
Suddenly remembered.
The favourite colour.
Saw a fragment of the crashed transport ship earlier.
One of the parts that made up the anti-gravity wing blades, orange and yellow in colour.
Picked it up, and it turned sky blue with a tint of pink.
But that's not the favourite colour anymore.
It just vanished.
The fragment flashed with a tint of every colour possible for a moment.
And danced to whatever thoughts from self.
Puffed up feathers to give self some comfort.
A thought came into mind.
This could be a way to get out of here.
Maybe should ask this trinket to turn into a spaceship.
Don't know what could be done.
But felt that anything is possible.
Maybe bend reality?
That's something not possible for the entire history of the civilisation.
But now, it felt possible...
Should try it.
And also, try to find survivors.
Or are there even any after this?
Am I actually still alive? Or am I ever alive?
No... There's more...
It's me...
Third person perspective...
Taking a form is not easy, and it came with a huge cost for one...
He got himself into quite a situation...
But with this, he realised more about himself too...
The Last Minute.
When he took the form, he unknowingly found himself in a body that just had the last heartbeat. Worse, he took on the very lingering regrets and memories of the soul that had just departed. And Worst, the world around him was ending in a Technological Singularity, bringing a cataclysmic end of a war. The Last Minute was burned into his mind before everything blacked out.
But then, he found himself in a post-apocalyptic setting, finding out that he was... Still immortal and infinitely powerful. Despite having the physical body of a species that he always aspired towards, he was still different from them. And now he had the trauma and the dying will of the previous soul passed on to him. Also faced with the reality before him, things were starting to come around...
The Last Minute gave him a clear clue of what his appearance was, along with the lingering flashbacks of memories. And the horrifying scene before him.
The Predecessor, the departed soul, was peculiar himself. He had no cybernetic modifications on his physique. Other than that, he's just a normal Avali with a tightly-bonded pack. However, he had some interests and dreams different from the group. Despite that, he kept his interests aside for the benefit of the pack. He was mostly a background supporter, a soul being a bit too friendly.
Prior to the last minute, there was a raging war, where massive factions were committing a suicide attack to bring their home planets into a collision. The Predecessor, wanted to see an end to the war, or an even bigger ideal, a solution to the Technological Singularity. But all was for naught, when the presented reality took away his pack, everything he cared for dearly, shattering his dreams.
A minute before the Last Minute, he was the only survivor of his pack, when his transport ship was shot down. He climbed out of the wreckage at the spectacle of the impending cataclysm, mortally wounded and quickly bleeding out a trail behind him. His life flashed before him, with all the regrets welling up through the cracks of his broken dream and promises, shattering his soul as he laid down to a heartbeat for the last time.
A final wish: "I wished that I could overcome this reality and save it."
In despair: "I, Si' Phi, can't do it..."
That burned his insides, like a hidden scar. He knew that this soul had everything he had wanted in this reality, but why? When he took the form, it was taking on the body of a dying soul with a dream that was shattered. The soul had failed to overcome the reality, but...
One doesn't belong in the reality.
Upon taking on the form, he realised that the features of The Predecessor were changed to his. The original plumage of earthy brown and green was changed to many shades of grey and purple, and the dark brown eyes were changed to bright green. The favourite scarf with a colour reminiscent of a yellow dwarf star on a planetary horizon, was changed to something reminiscent of the cosmos.
That's when he had noticed. When he takes a form, he becomes a ghost lingering on the interstice between life and death. He could only a take form from a body, but he would always paradoxically find himself in such situations. It wasn't fate, it was destiny. He couldn't forget about the deed that was offered to him, no matter the cost of the will he had inherited. But...
He had the powers to overcome reality. Be it in creation, destruction, or manipulation. No... His power, was to overcome reality by understanding it. He's not a god respected by any, he just happened to be there. He's not alive, but not dead too. He's just a shadow that had taken on the dying will of a soul and transformed into a ghostly form of The Predecessor.
The embodiment of the truth: Balance.
Even so, he had something still missing. The very colour of the scarf now vanished. Then he found a fragment of the transport ship that had the colour. But when he picked it up, the colour was changed into a cold pale blue with shimmers of purple. His favourite colour was so distant from him, always vanishing upon encountering it. Warm and vibrant shades of yellow and orange.
Hope and happiness.
The fragment of the transport ship was turned into a Shard of Creativity, commanded by his powers to bend reality. The first thing he had in mind, was to make a spaceship with this little trinket? But why? To leave this dark place and seek? For what? The dreams of others that couldn't overcome reality? But why? There was this sense pulling him forward, taking the form of a pale-yellow firefly...
First person perspective...
Technological Singularity.
War.
Death.
Taking a body, becoming a ghost.
Obtaining fragments of unknown memories from this unknown body.
Not own memories, but it came with the form.
Found self in the remains of a wreckage, looking back.
A trail of blood, from bleeding out.
But could no longer feel warmth or cold, and no signs of a beating heart.
Turned around.
Smoke cleared behind, seeing what's left of a pack completely wiped out.
Can't see their faces.
Felt a sense of being abandoned, and a broken promise.
Looked down at trail of pale purple blood, now freezing in the icy environment.
Picked up a brown feather streaked with green, soaked in this trail.
Looked at self.
Feathers are not brown, but now in shades of grey with purple.
Ears flicked up, heard loud noises coming from the distance.
A civilisation on the verge of ruin.
A gigantic spaceship crashing in the distance.
A planet on the verge of a collision impact.
A countdown likely only seconds from annihilation.
Eyes wide open, don't know what to do.
Blacked out.
Woke up in the dark.
Ears twitched, hearing nothing but a deep and silent hum.
Surprised that there was still solid ground.
No... Standing right on the edge of a chasm looking into outer space.
The very ground... No... The planet itself was carved out.
Like a shape of a crescent?
No signs of the earlier location left.
There was no longer any atmosphere, and the gravity is even lower.
But somehow not required to breathe?
Landed a cut on self with these claws.
Doesn't hurt.
What came out was blood, but not pale purple. Just...
White.
The wound quickly closed up with a small surge of shadows.
Notice that was wearing a scarf on the neck and a robe around the waist.
It wasn't normal.
It was seemingly animated and alive, like the traversed universe all this time?
Looked around and trying to explore self.
Feels quite... Normal?
Just like a normal Avali?
Hopped around and swiped at the air with claws...
And noticed that was wearing two yellow arm bracers with vivid red markings.
Was also wearing sky blue armour pads on shoulders and legs.
Felt a weight behind.
Grabbed it.
A helmet, with many scratches etched into it.
Tried it on, fitting perfectly.
Internal functions working, breather filter working, air sealing working, visor not cracked.
But no communication devices.
Took it off, and looked at it.
Noticed the reflection of self in the visor.
Looking perfectly normal, but...
Not dark-coloured eyes, bright green eyes.
A light breeze from nowhere.
But isn't there no atmosphere?
Suddenly remembered.
The favourite colour.
Saw a fragment of the crashed transport ship earlier.
One of the parts that made up the anti-gravity wing blades, orange and yellow in colour.
Picked it up, and it turned sky blue with a tint of pink.
But that's not the favourite colour anymore.
It just vanished.
The fragment flashed with a tint of every colour possible for a moment.
And danced to whatever thoughts from self.
Puffed up feathers to give self some comfort.
A thought came into mind.
This could be a way to get out of here.
Maybe should ask this trinket to turn into a spaceship.
Don't know what could be done.
But felt that anything is possible.
Maybe bend reality?
That's something not possible for the entire history of the civilisation.
But now, it felt possible...
Should try it.
And also, try to find survivors.
Or are there even any after this?
Am I actually still alive? Or am I ever alive?
No... There's more...
It's me...
Third person perspective...
Taking a form is not easy, and it came with a huge cost for one...
He got himself into quite a situation...
But with this, he realised more about himself too...
The Last Minute.
When he took the form, he unknowingly found himself in a body that just had the last heartbeat. Worse, he took on the very lingering regrets and memories of the soul that had just departed. And Worst, the world around him was ending in a Technological Singularity, bringing a cataclysmic end of a war. The Last Minute was burned into his mind before everything blacked out.
But then, he found himself in a post-apocalyptic setting, finding out that he was... Still immortal and infinitely powerful. Despite having the physical body of a species that he always aspired towards, he was still different from them. And now he had the trauma and the dying will of the previous soul passed on to him. Also faced with the reality before him, things were starting to come around...
The Last Minute gave him a clear clue of what his appearance was, along with the lingering flashbacks of memories. And the horrifying scene before him.
The Predecessor, the departed soul, was peculiar himself. He had no cybernetic modifications on his physique. Other than that, he's just a normal Avali with a tightly-bonded pack. However, he had some interests and dreams different from the group. Despite that, he kept his interests aside for the benefit of the pack. He was mostly a background supporter, a soul being a bit too friendly.
Prior to the last minute, there was a raging war, where massive factions were committing a suicide attack to bring their home planets into a collision. The Predecessor, wanted to see an end to the war, or an even bigger ideal, a solution to the Technological Singularity. But all was for naught, when the presented reality took away his pack, everything he cared for dearly, shattering his dreams.
A minute before the Last Minute, he was the only survivor of his pack, when his transport ship was shot down. He climbed out of the wreckage at the spectacle of the impending cataclysm, mortally wounded and quickly bleeding out a trail behind him. His life flashed before him, with all the regrets welling up through the cracks of his broken dream and promises, shattering his soul as he laid down to a heartbeat for the last time.
A final wish: "I wished that I could overcome this reality and save it."
In despair: "I, Si' Phi, can't do it..."
That burned his insides, like a hidden scar. He knew that this soul had everything he had wanted in this reality, but why? When he took the form, it was taking on the body of a dying soul with a dream that was shattered. The soul had failed to overcome the reality, but...
One doesn't belong in the reality.
Upon taking on the form, he realised that the features of The Predecessor were changed to his. The original plumage of earthy brown and green was changed to many shades of grey and purple, and the dark brown eyes were changed to bright green. The favourite scarf with a colour reminiscent of a yellow dwarf star on a planetary horizon, was changed to something reminiscent of the cosmos.
That's when he had noticed. When he takes a form, he becomes a ghost lingering on the interstice between life and death. He could only a take form from a body, but he would always paradoxically find himself in such situations. It wasn't fate, it was destiny. He couldn't forget about the deed that was offered to him, no matter the cost of the will he had inherited. But...
He had the powers to overcome reality. Be it in creation, destruction, or manipulation. No... His power, was to overcome reality by understanding it. He's not a god respected by any, he just happened to be there. He's not alive, but not dead too. He's just a shadow that had taken on the dying will of a soul and transformed into a ghostly form of The Predecessor.
The embodiment of the truth: Balance.
Even so, he had something still missing. The very colour of the scarf now vanished. Then he found a fragment of the transport ship that had the colour. But when he picked it up, the colour was changed into a cold pale blue with shimmers of purple. His favourite colour was so distant from him, always vanishing upon encountering it. Warm and vibrant shades of yellow and orange.
Hope and happiness.
The fragment of the transport ship was turned into a Shard of Creativity, commanded by his powers to bend reality. The first thing he had in mind, was to make a spaceship with this little trinket? But why? To leave this dark place and seek? For what? The dreams of others that couldn't overcome reality? But why? There was this sense pulling him forward, taking the form of a pale-yellow firefly...
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