Chapter 1: Introduction
If you don't believe a single word of this, then do not read it. There are few of us, the few who can see beyond our society today. Rich and I myslef, James, are two of the few. If any of you have seen things that we have seen, witnessed the true struggles in these modern days, or have any relations to such, please feel free to comment.
Remember, the content of this story may not concern certain readers. Do understand, that this is from the point of view of myself, James, and not my friend, Rich. some and many of the events are intertwined, but some are not. We live our own seperate and yet close life. This being, understand that Rich may have seen things I haven't, and the other way around. Without further Adieu, I will now write in story format, as myself, James, the true recalling of the Spirit World Chonicles. Please enjoy.
Staring at this computer screen sends thousands of memories flooding my mind; screams, laughter, cries, all variations of emotions that engage so powerfully in the magnificent and vibrant Orchestra of the spirit world. It's funny really. I'm still alive today, to be sitting here typing these words. But I need to get this message out there; to find any of the last surviving inhabitants of Earth who have a spirit eye.
I know this is short. But the next chapter will begin from the recent event; the tragic death of my lovely wife. Mayu. I called her my wife. Truthfully, we were going to get married. Please, read on.