If I were a ghost, I’d spend my time wandering through old libraries, hidden corners of the world, and places filled with stories. I’d linger where creativity thrives—haunting theaters during late-night rehearsals, watching over writers as they struggle to find the right words, whispering inspiration into the ears of dreamers. I wouldn’t be a scary ghost; I’d be the kind that moves books off shelves to the perfect page someone needs, flickers lights when the mood calls for it, and leaves a faint trace of laughter in the air. And, of course, I’d visit the people I love, just to remind them I’m still around, still watching over them—because even in the afterlife, I wouldn’t be able to stay away from the people and places that mean the most to me.
What would you do?
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