Day 29 (August 4th). You Can See Them Too?: The world of the Duel Monsters is filled to the brim with spirits. Today's prompt is all about the spirit world, and the monsters within it. You can choose one or the other, or both to include.

Focus: A drabble describing the Spirit World I'm particularly proud of.

Characters: OC.

A story of colors and swirls and emotions and love and magic. Pure magic.

A whisper of cold air leaves me lips, along with a bubble of laughter. I feel like I'm falling; I'm not. I'm floating. My body is suspended in the air. All around me is auras beyond auras of spirits. This was the in-between, a cross-section between different dimensions of the Spirit Realm.

These sections could only be passed by someone granted by the spirits. Me. In the Arcadia Movement, we're called Spirit Walkers. Divine said there was more like me out there- but I haven't met anyone else like me.

Normally, one can't travel to the Spirit Realm alone. They need a bonded- a spirit that connects to them.

Mine- her name is Iris. I can't remember a time when she wasn't there. Iris is my guardian angel. She's the one person who's always been beside me.

"Young one," Iris's voice drifted next to my ear, her normally deep voice now a purr. "The spirits are staring. Do you wish to travel?"

"Let them. I like this," I stretched my hand out, allowing my fingers to stretch the colors that caused small balls of light to travel. It tickled my arm. Iris floated next to me. Her attire was casual- well, casual for the time period she claimed she used to live in. I've heard of people reincarnating into duel monster cards, but Iris was the first I've seen. Still, I don't know her story. She won't say.

"The Mages are saddened by your absence of presence."

"Dark Sage told me to never come back to the temples!" I emphasized each word pointedly, but nose scrunched in amusement that contradicted my bold words.

"You obey authority?"

"Funny!" I stood up. My body floated in the never-ending vortex of pale rainbow colors. The energy surrounding me was intoxicating. I don't even know how to describe it- or if I could. It's like the feeling of falling, flying, and laying down all at once. Your body feels light, but the spirits flying around are calling out in a way that creates a symphony of different harmonies. It's not jarring, or clunky, but rather inspiring. I wish I had a music sheet to jot down the notes that I feel.

"We must leave soon, young sun."

"I know!" I look above towards the light I could never quite reach. It's always there, always present, but it was always something I could never get a good look at. I think it's watching me. Iris won't say. I wouldn't say Iris is secretive, but she does have her secrets. Oh, that doesn't make sense.

"I'm ready," I tell Iris just as my eyes close on instinct. My mind wanders out. I'm thinking of the exit, of the real world, of sunshine and grass and that smell of electricity and mint soap-