there is a world where magic exists and time ceases for the ones who travel unnoticed among the living. They lay amongst us as we sleep at night, the clock paused at 3am. The itch to be human overcomes some who become ignorant to the rules of the light. They claw into empty vessels hoping to finally feel once again. Emotion, a dark curse, but what could be darker than not feeling at all. These spirits linger in a world where happiness does not exist, nor sadness but a feeling we humans will never feel. It envelopes their mind and body, doomed to it for eternity. A repetitive curse they will,for eternity, never be able to shake.