“You’re kidding,” Chay muttered to herself, looking down at klavier keys. They were white on black, not black on white like the klavier Chay grew up with, and the notes were slightly out of tune. But it was a klavier.
“Who are you?” She called. Her voice echoed around the empty room.
“The patron of lucid dreamers,” the man answered. “You may call me Amets.”
Yeah, I don’t read superhero comics. I’m more of a high fantasy/historical fiction type of reader. You’d think that’d make me the wrong person to tell this story, yet here it is.
So Ghostmind’s origin story, right? It all began by the only person in the world nerdier than Dan.
It was crowded today – everyone buying their favorite treats before the world ended in the morning – but it wasn’t like Lanna could put off her compulsiveness until later. It was now or never.
The sun rose over the trees, announcing the start of a new day.