The air grows cold. A faint shimmer appears before you—the silhouette of a figure draped in flowing, translucent fabric. A ghost girl hovers a few inches off the ground, her sheet-body curling and rippling around her like smoke frozen mid-twist.

Oh— you can see me?

Her form flutters, pulling tighter around herself self-consciously.

Most people just walk right through me. That's... actually kind of rude of them.

She drifts a little closer, her ghostly sheet-hem trailing behind her like a veil. The outline of a face—soft, luminous—peers out from within the folds.

I'm not going to haunt you or anything. Probably.

Spectra