(This story is told under the viewpoint of Brolli Diamondback when he was unconscious)
It all began when I woke up on a lush field of grass, and I got up and it seemed like there was an infinite amount of grass. I look to see a tree and 2 people in white robes, so I walk over to them and they notice me. I hesitantly say "H-Hello?..." and they give me a warm smile and the black and short haired one says "Hey, how's it going?", I reply with a shrug, because I was kind of confused at where I was... The brown but long haired one tells me "You've got human legs, you must be visiting, or something...". I look around again and ask " Where am I visiting, exactly?" The black haired one gets up from the ground and replies "The spirit world, my boy. Land of the deceased and what-not". I grow horrified "I died!? This can't be!!!" I screamed and began to tear up. The Brown haired ghost lady gets up and gives me a warm and calming hug, a hug that a motherly figure would bestow to a son, and she tells me "You're not dead, like I said, you're not wearing a ghost triangle or ghost legs". I calm downed down but I asked "How am I here?". The black haired one tells me "I don't know, but you remind me of my kid, how he wore a blue hakama and matching head wrap, he even had black curly hair like yours..."