Phantom, Danny.
The story you know from a slightly different point of view.
It was green.
Everything was a shade of green no human could imagine existed. It seemed to glow with its own internal light. Not an infrared. Not an ultraviolet. Some sort of… ecto-green, perhaps.
It was all he could remember. He wasn’t born here, he knew that, there was something dim and dark in that back of his mind that showed him there had been something else before. Other colors, and shapes, and sounds, and feelings, and things.
He didn’t have a name, not that it mattered. He was a tiny scrap of a ghost – barely able to keep