" The guardian awakes in a confused, almost delirious state. Gazing up at the sky, he can't help but admire the vast beauty of the Earth's sky he has awoken too. He watches the snow fall, and dust him and everything within miles with a soft blanket. He's at a lost for words, or thoughts as he slowly regains his strength. Still gazing senseless up into space, a Ghost glides inches within his face. It's moving, twirling its gizmos round and round, up and down. My guardian tilts his head to the left, as if almost trying to look past the ghost and back up into the beauty. The ghost smacks into the helmet of the guardian, and as if a jolt of light passed through him, he comes to. He realizes this ghost; [u]his[/u] ghost; is trying to communicate with him. It can't talk. Now conscious, the guardian comprehends his ghost is damaged, its blue lens now red, and every movement followed by a painful grinding noise. He sits up in an unfamiliar area of what he soon recognizes to be a white Venus as ash slowly trinkles from the sky. As he struggles to take a stand, the Ghost; no longer being able to phase to him, assumes a faithful position behind his shoulder, as if to play witness for the events to follow. " [spoiler]....And Continue.....[/spoiler] [b][u]*Serious Inquires only please *[/u] [/b]