Wow, those ring things are all over the place, huh? And what's with all the mist in the air?
Why, those are the souls of the dead, of course.
The air is dead people?!
No wait, you're just trying to scare me. Obviously all the dead people are walking on the ground, I can see them.
Hey, that one looks like a bunny! Hi ghost bunny!
𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥. 𝕀𝕗 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖.
𝕐𝕖𝕤, 𝕤𝕠𝕠𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪'𝕝𝕝 𝕤𝕖𝕖.
Pitiful, aren't they? The Phantoms of this realm wander restlessly, clinging to the faintest memories of their former selves. Some are stubborn souls who refuse to accept their fate, while others have yet to even realize they have died at all.
Regardless, all of them lack the power to ever escape from this place.
That sucks! I don't wanna walk around another dumb boring wasteland forever after I die!
Come on, are you sure this isn't just where all the bad people go?
All souls are equal in death, Nhimor. There's no use crying over spilled blood.
Fortunately, becoming a phantom is just another step on a soul's metaphysical journey - it is never the final destination. Sooner or later, they will realize their fate is sealed, and they will... give in.
Give in to what? Aren't they already dead?
Don't worry, you'll understand soon enough. Now come along, I have a few more things to show you while we're here.