Like plants that bloom, double rainbows and tress in autumn. Our minds are like kaleidoscopes. Nostalgic shimmers of memories play light shows around the walls and corridors of our psyche. Avenues and pathways of the future beam around like disco balls of hope, fear, anxiety and restless longing. It’s in their eyes. They bore into you, unable to speak, move or animate. But look into their eyes, and you’ll see the world through mine. Their story, my story. If you adopt a Ghostie, they can be apart of your story, too.