I study Xiaokong Dao, the art of navigating small spaces.

Knowledge is passed from teacher to student in the form of tiny scrolls.

Practice is done alone, because only one person can fit in their own space.

At least until you unlock the next level.

So, the first question is: "Do other people really exist?"

And at Psyhigh I learned the answer.

HI THERE

PSYCHO TEDDY!!! XD

I keep a diary here, of various friends outside of Psyhigh and their past lives, as a past life regression therapist.

I have absolutely NO IDEA what i'm doing. I'm from South korea and a korean singer, but this school seems off. Is this like any other school? Is the work different? Because I hope we aren't just sitting here doing 1+1 = 2 type shit. Whatever, but I'm new here so please treat me well! :3

I started off being one of those people who was always in the background. A mere whisp of a ghost attracted to the warm humble bumble of humans mumbling around. Ghosts are attracted to that like moths to a flame. We’re who the moths got it from.

But when you hang around long enough, you start to fill in a space, and become manifest, first in just a damp and gooey ectoplasmic way, but stay at it long enough and you can take the part of that implied personality, that extra space between peoples’ lives where another life could be, a life that ends up seeming like it’s been there the whole time. That other person you always knew was there.

I’m still working on the facial features. So if you look at me closely don’t be alarmed. I’m just trying to fit in.

I’m not sure about anything here. How do they find us? We aren’t even that dangerous.

we let the ghosts of the corn fairies loose tonight, on account of the solstice.

they dried up over the fall, with the apple heads whispering to them while they dried up too.

now they leave their husks.

I have always been able to see past what the average person could see, ghosts, clairvoyant dreams, and such. I was always told it was a gift of the women on my grandmother's side of the family, an open secret brushed under the rug for fear of seeming demonic or insane to those in our small town. But I want a further explanation for all of this, why was this power bestowed on my bloodline? Why is it only the women who can do this? I'm here for answers, to see if anyone has an explanation for all of this.