The Glum Ghost of Glyme

Imagine a ghost, not the scary kind, but one that carries a touch of melancholy. Its transparency is a metaphor for feeling unnoticed, a spectral presence drifting through the walls of the world without making a sound. Perhaps it's the ghost of a poet, still yearning to share its verses with someone who will listen, its ethereal form a canvas for emotions as fleeting as a whisper in the wind. This ghost, dejected yet dignified, exists in a limbo of being seen and unseen, forever caught in the in-between.