Ghost on a Snowy Peak
"Uhhh huuu… uhhhh hu hu
Comes the morning
When I can feel
That there's nothing left to be concealed…"
Aldrich sang an old song as he stirred the half-fried egg in the pan.
He looked up, and the morning sun's rays came rushing through the windowpanes on his face. Most of the light passed through him, making the transparency of his body distinctively visible.
Despite his ethereal state, he could feel, touch, and do all other things as usual. It felt like he didn't belong in that space-time. The black robe on him kept fluttering with no traces of wind and the hole in his forehead was still depthless and covered in Darkness. But in the last six months, he had made his peace with it.
Sizzle!!!
"Ah! Salt, pepper. And, Perfect!"
Except for the little black spots on it, the sunny side up half-fried egg looked almost the same as the blurry sun surrounded by the falling snow.