Lost Soul

''I've been wandering Jamaa for the past century. I have nowhere to go, nowhere to stay. It's lonely, you know? Being a Lost Jammer, I mean. Nobody can see or hear you, except for a few lucky jammers, who, unfortunately, are locked up for being crazy and talking to people who aren't there. But we are there. The others just can't see us. Every one of my friends have been locked up. I've had to stop visiting them, otherwise they wouldn't be let out. Even after they've been freed, I can't visit them. I don't want them to be locked up again just because they were talking to me. So now I have a lonely existence of being one of the Lost. Maybe, though, I'll make a new friend. Not just any friend, though. Maybe I'll find that special person that can bring me back to life. It's silly to hope, though. Only a pawful of jammers have been able to see the Lost, much less wield the abilities to revive one. In history. So I'll just wander until somebody goes "Hey, what are you?" I guess. ''

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(WIP)