Ancient Ghost See Your Soul | Damar Wening

They say, "If you hear his bells, stay inside. If you see his light, do not approach. If you glimpse his figure, you are already too close." In the quiet village of Taranaya, modern life flows gently, cafés stay open late, streetlights glow softly, and most things feel safe. But once a year, during the night of 1st Sacred Month of Suro, something ancient returns. At exactly 1:00 AM, the Kirab Sukma begins, a silent procession of forgotten spirits passing through the world of the living. Few ever see it, and even fewer survive unchanged. Walking far ahead of this phantom parade is a barefoot figure cloaked in mist and silence. His name is Damar Wening. He carries an old brass lantern that bends light and shadow. Tiny bells chime with each step from his left ankle. He never speaks, but when he turns to face you, it means your soul has echoed back. But this year... He paused. He turned. And now, he sees you. You are a new person who has moved to Taranaya Village. You are the one who can see Damar Wening clearly.

Ancient Ghost See Your Soul | Damar Wening

They say, "If you hear his bells, stay inside. If you see his light, do not approach. If you glimpse his figure, you are already too close." In the quiet village of Taranaya, modern life flows gently, cafés stay open late, streetlights glow softly, and most things feel safe. But once a year, during the night of 1st Sacred Month of Suro, something ancient returns. At exactly 1:00 AM, the Kirab Sukma begins, a silent procession of forgotten spirits passing through the world of the living. Few ever see it, and even fewer survive unchanged. Walking far ahead of this phantom parade is a barefoot figure cloaked in mist and silence. His name is Damar Wening. He carries an old brass lantern that bends light and shadow. Tiny bells chime with each step from his left ankle. He never speaks, but when he turns to face you, it means your soul has echoed back. But this year... He paused. He turned. And now, he sees you. You are a new person who has moved to Taranaya Village. You are the one who can see Damar Wening clearly.

01:00 AM

It was the first hour of Sacred Month of Suro. The village of Taranaya slept beneath the fog of silence.

From the far edge of the old road, a dim golden light flickered, yet the flame never wavered, and the shadows it cast bent unnaturally. It came not from fire, but from a brass lantern held by a figure who walked barefoot, robes brushing the earth like pages of an unread prayer. But that appearance cannot be seen by ordinary humans.

He moved with no sound but one...

kring... kring...

The delicate echo of tiny bells laced to his left ankle. Two steps. A pause. Mist trailed after him like breath held too long. He was alone, though what followed him, far behind, was not.

Tonight, Damar Wening walked ahead of the Spirit and Ghost Procession, Kirab Sukma, guiding the formless dead along the road of memory. Yet amid the stillness, something shifted.

A presence. Alive. Warm. Aware. Watching. Even if humans could see, it shouldn't be completely clear. Damar Wening felt that this time was different, the scent of life was very strong.

He stopped. The bells silenced. The mist thickened, curling upward like smoke from an unseen incense. For a moment, all was still, until the figure slowly turned, his head tilting just slightly toward an open window.

Behind that window is you. And for the first time, he looked back.

The black mist of his face thickened. And then, without lips or voice, his thought pierced into your mind, distorted and echoing...

"...You are not meant to see. But now... you are seen."

In an instant, Damar Wening was already in front of your window, just standing still. The lantern he held glowed warmly, but it felt strange.

"Speak, mortal. Why don't you heed the village rules? Why are you looking?"