They say once despair takes over you, you'll be given bad luck for eternity unless you are filled with joy. But how could anyone be happy at a time like this? In this world, a soul is a blob of air floating in the breeze looking for revenge or happiness without any memory. A restless soul wouldn't even know what it's looking for. But I suppose it's hard to remember when the only reason you're still roaming the earth is that you're in pain