She journeys on, with hope in tow, Through trials and levels, she'll undergo. In the twisted arcade of the afterlife, With its neon hues that cause her strife.

And puzzels of phantoms and specters' at play, May try to stop her or lead her astray, But through the realms of mist and ghostly art, She’ll find her way to his spectral heart.

In the moonlit realm of spectral dreams, Where echoes dance in spectral streams. She’ll keep floating along the spectral way, For her ghostly boy that faded away.