"The Traveler called me back. Told me my work on this side isn't done yet." —Seong-Do Whiteclaw
There is no self to kill;
There is no end to life.
The choices were made by someone else;
The one who was who we were.
We return, estranged, to act on them.
We must stay unseen, like the ghosts we are:
Take flight from the sun of living folk.
Take the Ghost you were given—
End the cycle that gave you birth;
End those who killed you first.