'Everything is disappearing too quick. My memories are scattering and my achievements lay forgotten. This time around, I'm truly unsure if I remain the same person.'

It's vessel had reached it's peak- succumbing to it's doom. 

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Trees everywhere and scattering leaves, upon a certain bush lays a figure. How he got there remains a mystery. 

The figure seemed to be asleep. Though jolted awake when, 

"Gragh.. What is this thing?"

What he had in his hand, was a small box the size of a bracelet. Not wooden- it's materials unknown possibly metallic like. 

'What language am i speaking? How is it possible i understand such words? Besides that, what's even more troubling is this box.. How'd it end up here with me? '

His questions left room for more. However, the present is the focus. What he can do, he will. As such, he began to observe the box. 

' Not like observing would do anything if it's just a simple box.. Might aswell dive in. '

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Clack. 

Inside the box was a small mirror. 

His body is absolutely average. Head to toe. His hair is black, eyes are brown. Nothing diverse about him. 

"hi there. "  Besides the figure, something indulged with black smoke arised. 

'..? W.. Woah.. what the fuck.. ' It gave him quite the shock. Fastening his pace, he grabbed on to the branch nearest to him. Fully ready to attack if needed. 

"You seriously act like a pussycat. Why are you holding on to that branch? Lame attempt at attacking, no? What do you suppose I might be?" 

'I need to calm down and assess the situation.. What happened just now was clearly my danger instinct kicking in. This guy doesn't seem to be human. If he's a spirit, my attacks are useless and so are his, the box likely triggered him out.. Why do i know this? '

The spirit rolled over the floor and took the mirror. Then proceeded to walk to him, shove it to his face and imitate taking a picture. 

"Would you look at that? Don't we look identical? Though majority of me is made out of smoke, my looks are still formed to look like you. "

The figure was still processing things at the moment. Though, he wouldn't trust this spirit. A good question came up.. 

'Why is his form, me? Can spirits change their forms?'

The spirit was swandling down and up, gliding left and right. The main victims were the trees.. Within a quick flash, he popped right infront of the figure's face. 

"I'll cut to the chase. Let's make a deal."