The ghost lets out a strange sound, half moan half dull laughter. "I lived a long, long life there, in the Fir

The ghost lets out a strange sound, half moan half dull laughter. "I lived a long, long life there, in the First World. Many long lives. I traveled, I created, I danced upon the edge of the abyss and fell into the clouds. I died to be born again – with none of my strengths and skills, but with all the memories of the wonders I'd seen. But eternity can become tedious even for a soul that's forever young! Many older gnomes suffered it even before we knew what the Bleaching was. Sooner or later there's not enough novelty any more... So we all grew fascinated with a new game – 'death'."