And the white Demon stopped, turned around, and spoke,

"I wander these lands, my presence unseen,
For I am not a Demon, as you perceive.
I am but a ghost, misunderstood and lost,
Yearning for connection, at any cost.
I long to thrive, amidst this strife,
But my nature keeps me distanced, from a life.

The boy listened, with a knowing smile,

"I understand, dear ghost, your plight unknown,
To be seen, to be heard, to be fully grown.
But fear not, for I see you with my...