Thus Spoke Miss Ghost

(1v1 pure love, a world that blends elements of cults and famine)

Day 1: I died in the lightless night. (Calm handwriting, trembling slightly)

Day 2: So cold, so dark, so painful... Somebody, please save me... (Violently shaking handwriting)

Day 3: Where is the light? It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, I'm dying, dying, dying, dying! (Scrawled, frenzied scarlet handwriting)

Day ▉: Who... am... I? I think I've forgotten my name, but I still remember one thing... When someone reads these words, please remember: I died in the lightless night.

(The following is a lighthearted introduction:)

After a freak accident, an elf prince who met a gruesome end in a sinister, lightless night became a ghost bound to a diary.

After spending so long in that state that his personality and memories were nearly erased, the diary was found on a desolate, eerie island by a man who could not die.

With the man's help, the ghost recovered his memories and sense of self, and gradually rebuilt his body.

Only...

"Hey, ghost bro, you smell so good."

"Hey, ghost bro, why are your hands so small and soft?"

"Whoa, ghost bro, how come you don't have one?"

So... why was that?

The youthful-looking ghost girl stared at her petite body, utterly baffled.