I was the most unusual out of all the spirits. I was cooped up in a dusty room cluttered with muddled books. Unlike most spirits who; on occasions; go out and interact with the world. I, on the other hand, sit here, in my small cottage, and tell stories. And while you stare at the screen with your open eyes, you're probably wondering who I tell stories to. Let's say, I tell stories to just about everyone. I have these books. These types of books that is inscribed with your name in a single page. And with these inscribed pages, with your name, it lets me connect with your mind. These books allow me to tell you stories from romance, to horror, to tragedy, or even to comedy. Then it's up to you to decide whether you want to write them on paper, or draw them out, or even tell it to someone else. To most people, I am known as "the gut feeling", "the little voice inside your head", or even "common sense", but in all honesty I just prefer, Muse.

As I was saying before, I am not like other spirits nor have I ever met them. So actually I don't really know. I've never met humans, or interacted with them. I really don't need too. This is probably why I'm alone in my small cottage. But I don't feel lonely. I mean I've been alone for a pretty long time now, maybe for about a few thousand years now. I've lost track. I actually like telling stories. It lets me escape into a world of wonder, a world of new, a world of remembrance, a world of dreams. To me stories are fun and I'm a person who is in love with fun.

Now see, for a few thousands of years, I have always lived this way. And I didn't mind living this way. I was actually pretty comfortable. But then this guy came along. Now when I say guy, I don't mean those mediocre male beings that go to college and work a part time job to become a game designer. I mean, a spirit, named Jack Frost. Now, he could've just shrugged my voice off and continued with his blizzard making. But he knew that the "little voice inside your head" was not his own. Humans don't recognize my voice, it's because they don't believe in me. But spirits, they know I'm alive, they know I'm out there, but they just never met me. It surprised me that day, when he knocked on my old wooden door. I opened that door and remembered the first thing he said to me was,

"Are you the little voice inside my head?"

From that moment on, I realized my life was just starting. But with every start, there is a finish. As I am about to perish, I will tell you one last story. The story of how I fell in love with a spirit named, Jack Frost.