Mount Everfall wanting things from people who don't want to give them to me.

there was a snake in the grass. black and white, and blue.

it crept up alongside him and was hot to the touch. it whispered questions for the ghost to hear and to mull over, if he could focus enough to understand.

was he in there? was he anywhere? the shadows crowd the sky. he doesn't know which way is up. his limbs are spiders legs and silver vines.

he's lost now, utterly. he makes little sounds, nonsense. his muscles twitch. those legs fold up slowly until they're tucked to his chest, or hanging limp. that one eye glossed over — his body an empty shell.

alive, yes. breathing. everything running on auto-pilot while the ghost's control fades. his body relaxes in a way that suggests a waking sleep.