... Rebirth, RESPAWN!!!

[Little Ghost]

The gate leading from the Tangled Green to the Nexus pulsed, an indication that someone was accessing it from the other side. The area around the stone dais upon which the gate sat was unusually devoid of growth, stamped earth and small flat rocks embedded into it, as if the construct had once sat in the middle of a road or plaza only to remain untouched by the ravages of time that had reforested the rest of the area. A creature of sorts, more like a spirit, appeared out of the gate's customary swirling, and to soft tones of forgotten melodies it looked around.



It... it remembered this place. Floating over the dais, the spirit looked intently at a spot. It had met someone here, a long time ago. At first it was like dripping tar, the recollections emerging only reluctantly from their hideaway in the void, but soon they returned.

The sounds. The images. Meeting people, odd looking and shell-less as they were. The smells, which linked to that most important new experience.

Taste. Food.

Hunger.

The spirit froze, not longer moving, not even wobbling up and down in the air.

It trembled.

Collapsing in on itself like some stellar object at the end of its lifespan, the spirit became a tiny dot of void upon the air before suddenly...



Before suddenly it was a spirit no more.



Looking at his surroundings, his white mask/helmet/skull/container wobbling quite cutely in the process, Little Ghost's mystification at this turn of events was quite clearly symbolized by the universal symbol floating above his head.

?

[Little Ghost]

Something rustled in the undergrowth. The sounds of the woods were quietly returning to their normal levels. There was always a customary lull in the various calls and songs of the forest denizens whenever a nearby gate had a passer-through, like now, and there were those who used this to regain alertness. Like this ninja casually lounging around on a branch while watching from the trees around the portal:



He even had a helpful title to point out his name, marking his an NPCof sorts. Not an important one, his black and orange outfit was neither gaudy or matching enough with the blond hear and that weird headband for him to be some sort of main character.

Whoops, slipping a bit too far into the meta there...

Little Ghost was luckily unaware of this, for while the little critter was usually an alert and attentive vessel it was consumed by the weird feeling of having been around as a... spirit-thing for these last several months. Though there was something tempting about that small path into the greenery. The memory of chasing something over stone and log and narrow brook, through bush and fern and blasted thicket. The memory of being interrupted by something... Little Ghost shook his head as the memory faded to the sound of a loud rumble and grumble, a shaking thorax.

Hunger.

Walking off on his little legs, Little Ghost drew his Nail for there must be something out there to eat.

Perhaps a tapir?