Ecto was the most hardworking ghost on Halloween. All night long, he had hoisted sheets, let out spectral howls in the chilling wind, and whispered shivers down the spines of passersby. He was the terror of every neighborhood, but also the most exhausted, for the energy of fear is a finite resource.
As the first rays of dawn painted the sky a pale pink, his mission was complete. Floating toward his sanctuary, the old abandoned bell tower, Ecto felt worn out—no longer a cloud of icy energy, but almost stale mist.
"It's time," he hissed softly.
As the last carved pumpkin on a cottage window went dark, Ecto began his metamorphosis. It wasn't a transformation for fright, but for survival. He reached the bell, where the air was thickest with quiet and silence.
First Stage: His ethereal form began to contract, the nebulous mass shrinking and losing its whitish transparency. The mischievous laughs he had stored up condensed, not into noise, but a kind of dormant energy, like extinguished sparks.
Second Stage: The ghost transformed into a sphere of pale light, the size of a small pebble. It was his spectral heart, pure concentrated spirit. It pulsed slowly, absorbing the warmth of the rising sun, not to warm up, but to neutralize the coldness of fear.
Third Stage: The Mortal Slumber. The sphere of light gently settled on the old bell rope. Slowly, the light completely faded. He hadn't disappeared; he had simply become invisible and inert. Ecto had returned to his "mortal form," which for a ghost was not flesh and bone, but the deepest and most complete rest. He had become a particle of shadow dust, indistinguishable from any other trace of darkness in the old bell tower.
There, Ecto would sleep for all the long months, silently feeding on the anticipation, the quiet, and the memory of that one, perfect night. He would only awaken when the first autumn leaves took on the orange and crimson hues that herald the great day.
Next October, when the moon would grow larger and the air thinner, the shadow dust would stir, a spark of frost would ignite, and Ecto, the Ghost, would rise again, ready to howl once more.
SEKAI: HALO BLINDFORT - RED NEW ON STORE
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