In the realm of the spirits
Tales are told
Of an ancient sorcerer
Older than the worlds
And more powerful than the skies
A figure of myth
It is said
That he can give a spirit
Corporeal form
To take shape in the world of the living
And wander free
But for the great gift he gives
The sorcerer asks a grave price
All memory of lives past
And a limited time to walk
Free among the living
"Three days are yours
To traverse the lands
But save for true love's first kiss
Ye must return to the spirit
Forever enslaved
To my whim"
Thus are the conditions of the devil's bargain.
