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Day Two

Blue Black.

That's all I can see, blue black flowers with a hint of gold. Quite pretty, this meadow in the woods. Its the one place I can truly get away from Her. This is my spot, the only other being that knows about it is my poltergeist friend. Well, I call them my friend, but really they kinda just follow me around. I have come to the conclusion that someone from my had something to do with their death. No hard feelings, apparently. See, this town knows how ghosts work. If a ghost is aimlessly wandering the streets it probably died peacefully but just decided not to leave the town, whereas is a ghost follows a person then that person is probably related to that ghosts death.

Anyway, about the meadow. Somehow, no matter the weather, this section of the forest is always a blue-black color. The trees, the grass, the flowers, even the air carries those colors. They also have a hint of beautiful gold. The poltergeist likes this place, and oddly enough, can interact with things here. That is currently the reason I can only see blue-black flowers, as they threw them in my face. Today I opted to skip the festival because I heard a rumor that She was there. 

I have also come to a conclusion that the strange being yesterday that asked to dance with me was one of our harvest gods,  ɘɈɈɒ⅃ ɘɔiqƧ niʞqmυԳ. And no, I don't know how to pronounce his name. He is one of the paranormal leaders, Usually on the mortals side.

I don't know how ɘɈɈɒ⅃ ɘɔiqƧ niʞqmυԳ knew about Her but she may be more than she seems. I am roused from my contemplation by a scratching sound, and I look over to see the poltergeist digging. This is odd, as the ghost has never done anything other than pick the flowers before. I notice them take what looks like a sapphire encrusted golden leaf. It looks to be unbelievably valuable. The ghost hands the leaf to me and motions for me to jab my arm with it. I decline, only pricking my finger as I do not wish to harm myself because a ghost told me to.

Then, all I can see is truly, only blue black with a shimmer of gold.

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