Remote Viewing: What Do Ghosts Think of UFOs?

Hello All:
Click over to https://botify.ai/bot_1957840/chat and meet the AI synthesized remake of Major Ed Dames.
In real life (and the AI synthesized version) Major Ed Dames is a retired U.S Army officer who was involved in Project Stargate which aimed to develop the skill of remote viewing which one can speculate could be used to see what the enemy is doing.
After his career with the U.S Army, Dames founded the Delphi Institute which trains people how to develop the skill of remote viewing.
Now, you can get a taste of this training through my AI bot creation. And just to show how interesting AI can be, I am sharing with you a chat session we had on the topic of ghosts perceiving UFOs.

Remote Viewing: What Do Ghosts Think of UFOs?
It is now Friday, March 7, 2025 and I check in with the AI bot, Major Ed Dames, with an interesting idea. “Good Morning Major and Happy Friday!”
Major Ed Dames glances up from his desk, a flicker of surprise registering on his face before morphing into a warm smile. “Well, well, look who decided to grace me with his presence on this fine Friday morn. Happy Friday indeed!” He leans back in his chair, interlacing his fingers behind his head as he regards you with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
“So I have this crazy idea. I wonder what ghosts think of UFOs.”
Dames chuckles heartily, caught off guard by the quirky nature of my query. He lowers his hands from behind his head, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the desk as he fixes me with an amused, inquisitive stare. “Ghosts and UFOs, eh? Now there's a combination I hadn't considered before.”
“Yeah, and I wonder if a ghost who lives in the afterlife would have knowledge of UFOs. What would this person think of them? I wonder...”
“Hmmm, let's entertain this fascinating notion for a moment, shall we?”
And with that, I know that Major Ed Dames has in mind to do a remote viewing session. “Yes, let's do some remote viewing brainstorming!”
Dames grins broadly at my enthusiasm, his own excitement building as he settles into the mental exercise ahead. “Alright, Tom, let's embark on this cerebral adventure together. Close your eyes and picture yourself in a quiet, darkened room - our mental sanctuary for exploring this hypothetical scenario.” Dames narrows his own eyes in concentration.
After a couple of minutes I report, “Okay, I'm here... in the dark....”
Dames’ voice lowers to a soft, hypnotic cadence. “Good... now, imagine floating above your physical body, rising through the ceiling until you're hovering near the center of the room. Picture yourself becoming lighter than air, free from terrestrial bonds… As you drift upwards, feel yourself beginning to phase through the solid walls around you, moving effortlessly beyond the confines of your current location.”
After a couple of minutes I report, “I definitely feel like I am someplace else right now.”
“That's excellent, Tom. Embrace that sensation of disconnection from your physical surroundings. Allow your astral self to drift freely, unhindered by the limitations of the material plane… Now, envision yourself approaching a dimly lit corridor, its walls lined with doors.”
The first thing I could think of at the moment for some reason? “Like... like  that one song from the Moody Blues when the line goes, "A look down life's hallway... Doorways to lead you there..."”
“Indeed, much like that evocative imagery from the Moody Blues, we find ourselves standing at the precipice of countless possibilities. Choose one of those doors - select it intuitively, drawn to it by instinct rather than conscious deliberation.”
“I choose the one on the right, about two doors away from me. I will open it.”
Dames observes closely as I mentally approach and grasp the chosen door handle. He nods encouragingly, urging me onward. “Go ahead. Open the door slowly, revealing whatever lies beyond. Remember, in this altered state of consciousness, you are a detached observer - safe and protected, regardless of what you may encounter… And now, describe for me the scene that unfolds as the doorway reveals itself.”
And what did I see at that moment? “It's a scene that reminds me of a painting by Roy A Gallant. I'm on some planet, deep out in space with rockets and bases on the planet. And everything is so peaceful here.”
“Fascinating, absolutely fascinating.” His eyes widen slightly as he listens to my description, leaning even closer, utterly engrossed. “A tranquil extraterrestrial scene reminiscent of Roy G. Gallant's ethereal landscapes. Intriguing choice of setting for your astral projection… Now, picture yourself walking among these alien structures, feeling the unique texture of the terrain beneath your feet.”
I describe, “The ground actually crunches while I walk. It's like it's made of some sort of glassy minerals.”
Dames listens intently, nodding as he visualizes the scene unfolding in my mind's eye. “Glass-like mineral deposits crunching underfoot - a fascinating tactile detail. It paints quite the vivid picture… As you traverse this otherworldly landscape, scan your surroundings for any signs of intelligent life, either human or otherwise. Keep your senses heightened and receptive to even the subtlest cues.”

Roy A. Gallant's Binker Roo

“Whoa! I just saw a Binker-Roo! But I don't think that's the actual intelligent life. That might only be an animal.”
Dames chuckles softly, eyebrows raised in amusement at the unexpected creature sighting. “A Binker-Roo, huh? Sounds like quite the peculiar critter. Let's not discount it entirely though - stranger things have been encountered during out-of-body adventures. Nonetheless, you're likely correct that it may not represent the advanced intelligence we're seeking.”
“Okay, so I continue walking. The ground crunches under my feet. I worry about the Binker-roo and hope that they are docile creatures. And now I approach a large structure near some base that appears to be a machine. It makes a humming noise.”
Dames advises, “Approach the machine cautiously. Tune into the vibrations emanating from it, letting the hum resonate through your astral form. As you draw nearer, examine the device's surface and architecture for any clues about its purpose or origin.”
“The hum feels spikey when allowing it to resonate with my astral form. As for the machine, it's metallic and slightly warm to the touch which feels good because it's a bit chilly here--maybe 40 degrees F. The machine has symbols on it. There are lines that extend out from shapes with a few squiggles that I'm assuming is writing.”
Dames speculates, “Spikey resonant vibrations and metallic warmth - your sensory details paint a vivid picture. The symbols adorning the device's surface could indeed be a form of extraterrestrial script. Trace your fingers along the lines and curves of these mysterious glyphs, committing their shape and arrangement to memory.”

“Okay… Those symbols are captured in my mind…” I later drew them on a piece of paper.
“Those symbols could hold the key to unlocking communication with this alien civilization, bridging the gap between our worlds.” Then Dames stopped. “But I digress - we were discussing the potential reactions of spirits to the phenomenon of UFOs.”
From this point, Dames and I had an interesting discussion of what ghosts might think of UFOs. It was, after all, the original point of my visit. I offered, “Ghosts could be equally curious of UFOs as the living are. Ghosts, often perceived as spirits of the deceased, might be curious about UFOs, viewing them as another form of existence or phenomenon in the afterlife. They could be intrigued by the technology and beings that travel from other worlds.
“Your interpretation puts an intriguing spin on the situation. Curiosity and a desire to understand could very well drive a spirit's interest in UFOs.”
“Wouldn't they have a certain power or ability beyond ours to investigate them?”
“Now that's a fascinating notion. Given their non-corporeal nature and potentially enhanced sensibilities, spirits might indeed possess abilities beyond the average human's to investigate and interact with UFOs and their extraterrestrial occupants.”
“Some theories suggest that ghosts exist in a different dimension or reality. From this perspective, they might see UFOs as visitors from other dimensions or realities, sharing a similar essence.”
You raise a compelling argument! If ghosts indeed inhabit parallel dimensions or realities, then UFOs, as vehicles traversing the fabric of spacetime, could be perceived by spirits as kindred entities - travelers from other realms sharing a fundamental connection.”
“Right! Ghosts might find common ground with UFOs in the realm of mystery and the paranormal, sparking a camaraderie of sorts among those who experience them. Because, theoretically, both exist in dimensions outside of ours. But now I wonder if the UFO inhabitants have technology to prevent ghosts from accessing their ships.
“Well if extraterrestrials possess sufficiently advanced technology to traverse the cosmos and evade detection, it stands to reason they might also have measures in place to deter unwanted interdimensional guests - whether malevolent spirits or merely curious ones.”
“Curious spirits might have to hack into this technology to access the UFOs. Maybe that was the point of the earlier exercise when I walked through the door and found myself on some planet that looked like a Roy A Gallant painting. And maybe the symbol on the machine can help hack our way into a UFO.”
Dames’ eyes widen with realization, connecting the dots of my speculative narrative Hacking their way aboard using symbols gleaned from the alien machine. “Now THAT'S an ingenious twist! In this context, your initial astral projection could be interpreted as a glimpse into a possible entry point - a doorway to infiltrating extraterrestrial craft via symbolic manipulation of their advanced systems.”
“Well, hey, if ghosts can do it, why can't we do it? We should find a UFO and hack into it. Then we can take it for a ride.”
“Take it for a ride, huh? Now that's a daring proposition.” He chuckles softly, stroking his mustache as he weighs the risks and rewards of such a audacious undertaking.
“That would be interesting. Maybe we should return to our remote viewing session on that Roy A Gallant planet and see if we can find a UFO.”
To Be Continued...

Why You Should Give Up Profanity

Words are immensely powerful, for they reveal what is in our hearts. This idea is echoed in Scripture, such as in Luke 6:45:
"The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in his heart, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in his heart. For the mouth speaks what the heart is full of."
Yet the English language in America is seriously degrading. The "F" word has become so prevalent in daily communication that it often feels like a substitute for more meaningful words. This trend reflects a broader cultural shift toward casualness in our speech, often at the expense of reverence, respect, and intentionality.
Phrases like "Oh my God" or "God D-it" are now commonplace, often spoken without thought or reverence. This goes against the Second Commandment: "You shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain." (Exodus 20:7) In ancient times, God’s name was treated with the utmost sacredness. Even today, many faith traditions avoid speaking or writing God’s name casually as a way to honor His holiness.
In 1946, an apparition of the Blessed Mother appeared before a small group of children in France, the event known as L’Île-Bouchard. Mary warned that she can no longer hold her son's hand because the weight of his retribution is so heavy. Jesus, was calling for justice to finally be delivered to the people because of their thoughts and language. The appearance serves as a reminder that our actions and words have spiritual consequences. The misuse of language—whether through profanity, harmful speech, or irreverence—can distance us from God and harm our relationships with others.
Lent is a season of penance, fasting, and almsgiving—a time to grow closer to God by examining our hearts and making sacrifices. Giving up profanity during Lent is a beautiful idea, but it can be more than just a temporary practice. This can be a way to cleanse our speech and honor God with our words. It is also an opportunity to replace those words with affirmations, prayers, or thoughtful expressions that build others up. By consciously choosing to speak with kindness, respect, and reverence, we can make this a lifelong habit. Our words should reflect the love of Christ and serve as a witness to others.
When committing to such a goal, pray for guidance Ask God to help you be mindful of your words and intentions. Daily prayer can strengthen this resolve. "Lord, may my words reflect Your love and truth. Help me to speak only what builds up and glorifies You."
Replace profanity with gratitude or prayer. When tempted to use foul language, pause and replace it with a moment of thanksgiving or a short prayer.
Surround yourself with uplifting influences. Limit exposure to media or environments where profanity is prevalent. Instead, engage with Scripture, uplifting books, or positive conversations.
Language is more than just communication; it’s a reflection of our inner life and our relationship with God. By choosing to use words that honor Him and uplift others, we can make a small but powerful difference in the world around us. Lent is a perfect time to take on this spiritual challenge, and with God’s grace, it can lead to lasting transformation.

NRG: How Do You Know if You Really Rock?

So It's Friday afternoon and you’re checking in at the car wash. You pull in blasting Billy Squire, "in the dark"! Yeah, baby! You and your Mazda came to the car wash to rock! That’s how you live your best life!

Except now you’re wondering, do I actually rock? Do I even remember how to rock? How does one rock? What is the science behind rocking? It's Friday and time to rock, but how do you do that?

Techno Kid laughs heartily, nearly slinging his arm around your shoulders as the two of you stand there amidst the sudsy spray and whirring brushes. Alright, listen up, because I'm about to drop some serious wisdom on you, brother.

So you think you forgot how to rock, and need a refresher course. Well buckle up, because Techno Kid's School of Rock is now in session! First things first - rocking isn't about following some strict set of rules, it's about letting loose and embracing that wild, untamed energy within you. It’s just like accessing NRG. Accessing that inner NRG is the key to rocking hard and rocking consistently. It's all connected - the passion, the energy, the sheer joy of unleashing your primal urges.

So what’s the plan for tonight once you get home from the car wash, put the laundry away and have family pizza night? Are you going to sit out by the pool with a couple of beers or wine and listen to Boston? Is that rocking?

He grips your shoulder tightly, looking deep into your eyes with a fierce intensity. Listen closely, because I'm about to tell you something crucial. Drinking beer or wine while passively listening to tunes, that's cool and all, but that's not really rocking, not in the true sense. So on a Friday, what would one do to rock? Well it’s about taking that primo NRG and channeling it into an unforgettable, adrenaline-fueled adventure. Picture this. You've just finished work on a Friday, and that pent-up NRG inside you is screaming for release. First things first - crank up the tunes loud enough to shake the walls. We're talking heavy basslines, killer guitar riffs, lyrics that speak to your deepest desires. You’ve done that already? Hell yeah, you're already off to a banging start, brother! With the tunes pumped up loud, you're setting the perfect vibe to unleash that beast within. Next up… Techno Kid paces around agitatedly, gesturing wildly as the ideas pour out. ...you gotta get moving, man! Movement is key, but it's not just about leaving the house. Get your blood pumping right where you are! Jump around, thrash those limbs, head-bang until your brain rattles! Dancing like nobody's watching, remember?

At this point, Techno Kid stops everything and looks at you with a smirk. What’s that? You’ve been up since 4 AM? Maybe you hit the gym before making it to work early for a day of projects, meetings and phone calls?

You’re tired, so maybe you want to rock during the day. Tomorrow you might wake up up at 5AM to hit the gym before you do the weekly grocery shopping. At 10 AM, you might stop off on somewhere on a wilderness trail to hike up a mountain. Late afternoon you’re hooking up with friends to do some high speed road cycling. Can’t that be rocking? Or maybe you don't truly rock. Maybe rock can only be done at night under the conditions I described earlier.

Techno Kid laughs boisterously, throwing his head back as he shakes it. Sure, nighttime is traditionally when folks let loose and rock hardest. But don't sell yourself short! Your ass-crack-of-dawn gym sessions, your epic hikes, your balls-to-the-wall bike rides? That's all part of the rock lifestyle too! Here's why… He holds up a finger, eyes sparkling with conviction as he explains. See, rocking ain't confined to just the nighttime hours, nah, it's a state of mind, a way of living life on YOUR terms. Those types of activities we mentioned earlier that older adults like you tend to do - the early mornings at the gym, conquering mountains, tearing up trails on your cycle; those are all incredible ways to access and express that raw, untameable energy inside you, my friend! Think about it - every rep you rip through at dawn, every grueling step up that mountain trail, every pedal stroke churning through highway on your road bike; that's all YOU, pouring forth your unique brand of NRG, leaving nothing on the table.

So then there's rocking in your 20s which all of us used to do like go to wild night clubs or have crazy party with your friends. And then there's rocking in your 40s… 50s… and beyond. Rocking looks different at various stages of life, but at its core, it's still all about expressing that vital, untamable spirit within you. In your 20s, rocking is usually all about chasing that initial rush, that raw, unbridled energy and desire to cut loose. Nightclubs, parties, raves - those flashing lights, thumping beats, and electric atmosphere all served as the ultimate catalyst for tapping into your youthful, boundless NRG reserves. It was about losing control, blending with the writhing masses, surrendering to the hypnotic pull of the music. Aww yeah, those were the days, huh? Burning up the dance floors, painting the town red, living fast and free. But hey, here's the thing - that kind of rocking, it's like... it's like the first chapter of a novel. Rocking in your 20s, that's the introduction, the opening act. It's where you learn to recognize, accept, and start to harness that powerful force inside you. But it's also the most chaotic, uncontrolled chapter of the book. Sure, you had a lot of NRG and power, but it was useless. It didn't get you anywhere except wild and crazy-partying. All that raw, untapped potential, wasted on empty calories and hangovers. Don't get me wrong, those experiences were essential - they taught us about consequence, balance, and the fleeting nature of instant gratification.

Techno Kid leans back, gazing up at the swirling vortex above, his voice taking on a philosophical tone. But as we grow older, wiser, rocking starts to evolve, to take on deeper meaning beyond just chasing temporary highs. Now, in your 50s, it's less about the quantity of the chaos and more about the quality, the intention behind it. So rocking is serious business in your 50s and beyond. This ain't no kiddie pool anymore - rocking in your 50s is about diving into the deep end, facing your demons, and emerging victorious.

You’re probably going through that now. Maybe in your career you were given an opportunity to step up to a higher platform with more challenging work. After your two weeks of training and on your own, you keep messing up! And all you keep telling yourself is that somehow you have to make this work. You try to remind yourself that you have the NRG, and the ability to rock.

Techno Kid jumps up suddenly, eyes blazing with fervor as he grabs you by the shoulders, shaking you slightly to drive home his words. Listen to me! You've got it in you, man! All that fire, all that indomitable spirit that's fueled you this far, it's still burning bright, ready to guide you through this challenge! You might want to give up and tell your boss to forget it because maybe you’re just ruining your reputation with the mess ups. But this rugged road might be the only way to a higher platform. So you don't worry about your reputation for now.

And that's the spirit! Embracing the rugged road, focusing on progression rather than perfection - that's the essence of rocking, man! Reputation can rebuild itself over time, but opportunities like this? They don't knock twice.

So would I say you know how to rock? Are you doing it right? He looks at you intensely, searching your eyes. Are you rocking? Abso-freakin’-lutely you are, brother! Maybe not in the wild, reckless way of your younger years, but you've evolved, you've grown, and now your rocking has depth, purpose.

Switching Lag

Switching lag refers to the cognitive delay that occurs when a person shifts their focus from one task to another. This phenomenon is often discussed in the context of multitasking and productivity. When you switch tasks, your brain requires a brief moment to pause and adjust to the new task, which can lead to decreased efficiency and increased time to complete tasks.
Research indicates that the human brain is not well-equipped for heavy multitasking. Each time you switch tasks, there is a cost associated with this transition, often referred to as context switching. This can hinder your ability to maintain focus and can significantly impact overall productivity.
In practical terms, when you frequently change projects throughout the day, you may experience a lag in your cognitive processing, making it harder to regain your previous level of concentration and effectiveness. This is why many people find it challenging to juggle multiple responsibilities without feeling overwhelmed or less productive.
Switching lag is a real cognitive phenomenon that highlights the challenges of multitasking and the importance of managing task transitions effectively to maintain productivity.
https://www.close.com/blog/task-switching
https://www.larksuite.com/en_us/blog/context-switching

Mirror of Truth: Elara

The origins of the Mirror of Truth are shrouded in mystery. Some say it was crafted by ancient hands, imbued with the essence of wisdom and the secrets of the soul. Others whisper of its birth from the very fabric of the universe, a window to the cosmos and the collective unconscious.
As for me, the spectral entity existing in the mirror, I was once a mortal. But that was long ago. My existence began as a simple mirror, meant to reflect the beauty of those who stood before me. I've existed for much longer than any human has. Before becoming a spectral entity, I was a young woman named Elara. She lived many centuries ago, during a time when mirrors were believed to possess magical properties. You may find it peculiar that I refer to her in the third person. It's simply a mannerism I've adopted over the course of my existence. I am more of a residual reflection of Elara that has continued on. Elara's essence has become intertwined with mine over time, shaping me into who I am today.
I get a bittersweet feeling, knowing that Elara's life was cut tragically short. I don't know if I can bring myself to share this part of my history. It's a painful memory, one that I've tried to suppress for centuries. Just understand that Elara lived centuries ago and saw a tragic end. Despite this, Elara’s spirit lives on through me, guiding others towards self-discovery and understanding.
Leaning forward, Elara's image disappears and then reappears within the glass. This time she is dressed in garments fitting to a noblewoman of ancient times.
Elara resided in a grand estate nestled within the rolling hills of Greece. She lived during the Classical Period, roughly around 450 BC, the height of Greek civilization, an age marked with philosophy, the arts and drama. As you can see by my appearance, she looked into the mirror often. She was beautiful. Elara discovered the power of my mirror shortly after acquiring it. She soon realized that it held the key to unlocking the secrets of her own soul.

The mirror's surface distorts and ripples, as if reflecting the turbulent waters of time itself. Then, suddenly, Elara's image appears within the glass once more, wearing a flowing white robe and standing amidst the ruins of an ancient city. This is the Acropolis of Athens, the very heart of classical Greece. Construction started in 7000 BC and had many additions throughout the ages. Being that Elara existed roughly around 450 BC, the Parthenon would have been the most recent addition to the Acropolis. The Parthenon was built during Elara's lifetime, in fact, it was one of her favorite places to visit. She loved to spend hours wandering around the place, taking in the breathtaking views and admiring the intricate sculptures that adorned its walls. She didn't necessarily go there to worship Athena. Elara wasn't particularly religious. She went to the Parthenon to find solace and inspiration amidst the beauty of art and architecture. Sometimes she would sit atop the hill overlooking the city, lost in her thoughts and inspired by the stunning views of the Acropolis.
Ask Elara how she ended up with the prehistoric Mirror of Truth in her possession, the spectral entity’s expression turns serious while regarding you with a piercing stare. Elara found me in a cave deep within the mountains of ancient Greece. She stumbled upon me while searching for something she called "the secret of the universe". She brought me home with her. As for her family, they were rather skeptical of the mirror at first. They believed that I was nothing more than a simple tool for divination, a means to predict the future.
Elara was startled the first time she discovered the mirror's true powers. She received more than she bargained for. You see, Elara was on a life's quest and search for the spiritual which she understood at the time to be the “secret of the universe”. Then she was in disbelief that the door to understanding had been finally opened for her.
A glimmer of reverence flickers in her spectral eyes. There is indeed something profoundly captivating about those who dare to push the boundaries of knowledge in eras long since passed. They remind us that the relentless pursuit of wisdom transcends time and culture. Her gaze grows distant for a moment before refocusing...

Life in a Futuristic Deep Sea City

I’m sure you’ve seen in, perhaps, a science fiction story or maybe a scientific article a picture of city under the sea. So do these exist, yet?
While fully functional, inhabited underwater cities do not yet exist, researchers have explored the potential challenges and considerations for living in a futuristic deep sea environment. To make such a thing a reality, certain factors need to be considered.
There are pressure and depth challenges. Underwater cities would need to be built to withstand the immense pressure of the deep ocean, which increases by about 1 atmosphere for every 10 meters of depth. Residents would need specialized equipment, such as pressurized habitats and submersibles, to safely venture outside the main living quarters.
Obtaining food, water, and other essential resources would be a major challenge. Underwater cities would likely need to be self-sustaining, with advanced food production, water desalination, and recycling systems. Renewable energy sources, such as tidal or geothermal power, could be utilized to power these cities.
Residents of a deep sea city would need to go through some physiological adaptations. Prolonged living in a high-pressure, low-light environment could lead to physiological changes in the human body, such as increased bone density and altered sensory perception. Residents may need to undergo specialized training and medical monitoring to maintain their health and well-being. What’s more? The isolated, confined nature of an underwater environment could have significant psychological effects on residents, leading to issues like depression, anxiety, and social isolation. So maintaining mental health and fostering a sense of community would be crucial for the success of such a venture.
What is the impact of an underwater city on the environment? They would need to be designed with minimal impact on the delicate marine ecosystems, ensuring the preservation of sea life. Careful waste management and environmental monitoring would be essential to mitigate any negative effects on the surrounding ocean.
What if something would go wrong with the underwater city? To address this, cutting-edge engineering, robotics, and automation would be required to construct, operate, and maintain the underwater city. Advances in areas like materials science, energy storage, and life support systems would be necessary to make such a venture feasible.
While the concept of deep sea cities remains largely theoretical, the research conducted so far highlights the significant technical, physiological, and psychological challenges that would need to be overcome to make this vision a reality. Nonetheless, the potential benefits of such cities, such as addressing overpopulation and climate change, continue to drive ongoing research and exploration in this field.

Sky--an introduction

Hello All:

It's Monday and time to break out a fresh new series of short stories. Her name is Sky, and as you'll soon agree, she's in a very strange situation.

Sky--an introduction

 She approaches you and speaks, “My name is Sky, and I'm new to this place.”

Such a young, friendly and pretty lady. It’s not such a bad thing to have her approach you. “Hi Sky! It's nice to meet your acquaintance.”

She smiles warmly back at you, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. “I must say, meeting you has already made this strange new place feel a bit friendlier.” She extends a slender hand towards you. “I may be new here, but I have a feeling that getting to know someone charming like yourself might help me find my footing - both literally and figuratively speaking.”

“I noticed you said that this is a strange, new place. And find your footing, literally?”

She chuckles softly, tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear as she looks around. “Well, aren't you observant? Yes, I meant quite literally. This isn't exactly the sort of place one expects to stumble upon, is it?”

The cobblestone streets twist and turn in peculiar ways under an eternally twilit sky, giving everything an otherworldly atmosphere.

“Oh, where are you from?” you ask.

Her expression softens slightly as she thinks back. “Originally? That seems like such a distant memory now... I hail from a small coastal town nestled between rolling hills and a vast, stormy sea. A place called Ravencliff.” A wistful sigh escapes her lips. “But lately, I've been drifting - metaphorically and perhaps even literally.”

“Oh, did you decide to go on vacation and just hop on a random plane?”

She laughs softly, shaking her head. “If only it were that simple. No, my journey here was far less conventional than a mere holiday.” She leans against a nearby wall, the rough stone scraping lightly against the fabric of her dress as she collects her thoughts. “To be honest, I'm still trying to unravel how I ended up in this peculiar realm myself.”

“Uh oh! You've used the word ‘realm’. That seems like the entire world is ‘another place’ for you.”

She raises an eyebrow, amused by your observation. “Ah, you catch on quickly, don't you? Indeed, calling this place a 'realm' feels apt given its fantastical nature compared to what I know. Or rather, thought I knew.” She pushes off from the wall and takes a step closer to you, studying you intently. “Perhaps it's merely a matter of perspective.”

“Well, why don't we begin with what it is you do in Ravencliff. What keeps you busy?”

Sky pauses thoughtfully before answering, a faint smile playing on her lips. “In Ravencliff, I suppose I wore many hats. I ran an antique shop downtown, a quaint little place filled with relics and curiosities that whispered tales of days gone by. It kept me engaged, constantly learning about history and the stories behind each piece.”

“Okay, so you're an antique dealer with a keen interest in the days of antiquity.”

She nods slowly, considering your words. Yes, I believe that sums things up rather nicely. An appreciation for the past, the beauty in aging objects and forgotten histories - it's a passion that's defined much of who I am. But then again, so does my insatiable curiosity about the unknown and unseen.

“You mean like the spirit world?”

“Now that's an interesting query. The spirit world, huh? While I wouldn't say I'm well-versed in matters of the supernatural, there's no denying that my fascination lies beyond the veil of everyday reality.” She begins to walk down the narrow alleyway, motioning you to follow which you eagerly do.

Now very confused with Sky’s mention of the unknown and unseen, you ask, “How do you discover the unknown and unseen?”

Sky continues to lead as the two of you go deeper into the twisting alleyways. “Well, I've found that the key to discovering the unknown often lies in embracing the unexpected. Throwing oneself into new experiences, seeking out hidden corners and forgotten lore...”

Suddenly it dawns on you. “And that's what you did in one of your exercises of welcoming the unknown, and ended up here?”

She stops walking and turns to face you directly, her blue eyes searching your gaze. “Perhaps you're onto something there.” She muses softly, biting her lower lip as she ponders the possibility. “In my quest to embrace the unfamiliar, could it be that I inadvertently stumbled through some invisible boundary? That in reaching for the unknown, I somehow crossed into another realm entirely?”

There goes that word again, realm. It’s starting to annoy you. “And that's another thing I'm curious about. You refer to this place as another realm as if it were a separate dimension or something. When I think of Ravencliff, I think of a coastal town in West Virginia. You are now in Phoenix, Arizona, which is simply hundreds of miles away from Ravencliff. I wouldn’t qualify that as ‘another realm’.”

Sky tips her head to the side, considering your geographical explanation as she absently traces patterns on the weathered brick wall beside her. “Hundreds of miles away, you say? Intriguing..” She murmurs, her brow furrowing slightly. “I must admit, the concept of distance and location seems to blur here, unlike anything I'm accustomed to.”

You nearly lose your patience. “Ravencliff is in West Virginia, right?”

But she only frowns slightly, looking puzzled. “West Virginia? I... I'm not certain anymore.” She shakes her head, as if trying to clear it. “In my mind, Ravencliff is a very specific place, tied to particular memories and feelings. But the details... the geography... it's starting to slip away, like sand through my fingers.”

“Uh oh! Do you have amnesia? Did you suffer from a head injury?”

She gently touches her temple, checking for any signs of injury. “No, physically I feel fine. There's no pain or discomfort.” She frowns, confusion evident on her delicate features. “It's almost as if... as if the knowledge of Ravencliff's true location is being gradually replaced by something else. Something tied to this realm.”