As long as she could remember, there had been darkness. It wasn't an unpleasant darkness, however. It was quiet and peaceful, allowing her dream endlessly. Once or twice she had heard a voice--a nice voice making promises and such, but her mind had been too clouded to understand.
But now, the darkness was changing. A light shown before her warm and inviting. Curious about the change, she followed the light until she began to feel. Suddenly, she was aware of herself. She had some kind of form, though small and cramped. It wasn't a bad form, but it just didn't feel right. After she began to feel, she began to see. What she saw confused her more than her ill-fitting form. She saw the teary eyed face of a young woman.
"Who are you?" The ghost herself was surprised to hear her own voice ask. She could speak. She could feel. She could see.
Was this... life?
"Where am I?" she asked yet another question to the young woman.