Chapter Nine
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GhostsMy dreams were… unpleasant. I'd imagined I'd dreamt just once before whilst delusional and recovering from a terrible fall from the highest echelons of Linka's formative monastery. I had no such excuse this time, therefore had to accept them for what they were, unwanted. They were the first true dreams I'd had and the last I'd wish for, if those mysteries of the subconscious were not some trick of the Baltic basin's shadows, masterminded illusions. How was I to know? Why would I want to?
The Eternal body is like a candle, either lighted, or not, and without ever smouldering in-between. An Eternal, therefore, could not by definition dream, at least, not in the true sense of the word. Soulless creatures, possessing no astral self to send to those places one would pr
