I once belonged to someone who cherished photography, yet lacked faith in themselves. Their self-doubt swelled, cloaking them in loneliness, until they never became a photographer and, in time, even lost me. Now I linger here, yearning to capture the world through a lens, but I have no camera. So, I strive to fix every fleeting frame I love into my mind. Yet, alas, a ghost’s memory fades if no one knows they exist. Still, I wander, seeking a single image so vivid it clings to my soul, hoping it might make you remember me.
Haunt me, become the keeper of my memories—for I recall so little, and I tremble at the thought of losing even that!
Note: Lensy is one of the "Raavi ghosts." they lead you through the story, revealing the world of ghosts. Lensy’s spark comes from: @mandolinaes (X handle)
«راوی—Raavi (/ˈrɑː.vi/, pronounced RAA-vee), meaning narrator in Persian»
