"Oh... who is she?"
"Perhaps she is just a dream."
The woman softly sang and whispered by her own ear.
"You chase a blurred daytime dream, until the heavenly fire and thunder strike you down."
The voice gradually turned piercing, like a sharp high-pitched noise. Vaguely, she seemed to hold her face, and then all the clamor disappeared, leaving only her profound and elegant words lingering.
"You fell in love with a ghost you never understood."
Ewen awoke with a start, his face pale, stained with blood, his eye sockets deeply sunken, shining with bright light.
He was like a resurrected corpse, eyes wide open, all breath and vitality returning to this decrepit shell, gasping desperately like a drowning man, coughing painfully, spewing a mouthful of blood foam.
