Immorigaminstreble

When confronted with mortality, Roderick hesitated as if in search of options, the deities surrounding convalescently concluding he wasn't ready to simply move on, in turn transforming him into a phantom before continuing on their way, rules and guidelines left unadministered, fading out in twilit haze.

Realizing he hadn't struck a bargain, he began to survey his familiar surroundings, taking note that he could fly and breathe underwater and pass through walls and didn't have to sleep.

It was indeed no substitute for the increasingly tantalizing robust heavens, their unknown nature producing curious dreamlike otherworldly fascination. 

Yet, as if in possession of superpowers the old ghost bit didn't seem that bad, and with nothing limiting his movements, he began to travel wherefore wherefrom. 

Most intriguing, temperately speaking, was his ability to withstand the elements, or not feel them at all in fact, which made inhospitable realms much much more welcome.

The middle of the ocean.

Old school Antarctica. 

The Amazon jungle. 

The Himalayas. 

The four corners of the globe stretched out vast far and wide.

And he had an eternity to take them in. 

In full on extant glide. 

*Being a ghost doesn't sound so awful when you look at it from that perspective dad.

**It does seem to have some benefits, son.

*I guess you wouldn't be able to eat anything, and you might miss things like the warmth of the sun, but wouldn't the limitless capacity to freely explore sort of make up for some of that, at least kinda?

**It's difficult to say. If you didn't have much imagination, you'd be sunk. But if you were adventurous, Bob's your uncle!

*I'd still like to move on eventually, like he says, the afterlife sounds intriguing.

**Sequel after sequel, he'll make it there someday, although it's hard to know how long it'll take.

*I've honestly already stopped caring.

**About what?

*lol!

**Can't wait to see what's up next week. 

*The possibilities are endless.