Milo, a small orphan child, stands shivering and naked, toes curled against the cold concrete as he gazes up at the forbidding entrance. The heavy steel doors creak open, releasing a faint luminescent mist that seems to beckon him closer. Heart pounding, he steps into the factory, swallowed by the metallic hum and flickering overhead lights.
Milo perches on the belt, his bare skin prickling as the ghostly dust swirls around him, coating him in sparkling powder that glows faintly blue. The dust clings to every crease, every hair, and as he inhales, he feels lighter, his worries and memories fading away. He tries to speak, but only a soft, airy giggle escapes his lips, echoing ethereally in the vast chamber.
The paint settles on Milo's powdered skin, turning him a spectral blue from head to toe. His reflection glimmers in a passing metal panel—he hardly recognizes himself, now "Painted Milo," his features softened and eyes wide with wonder. The other ghostly workers nod approvingly as he passes, their forms flickering in the blue light.
He slips inside, leaving only his feet poking out, as spectral energy crackles and coils around him. His body tingles, feet wiggling uncontrollably, and a soft, cool sheet of ghostliness envelops him, transforming him fully into Ghosty : a playful factory ghost, his feet sticking out beneath a billowing ghostly shroud.
Ghosty drifts above the ground, his ghostly feet wriggling in excitement. Across the square, he spots another ghost just like him, their shrouds fluttering in a sudden breeze. With a grin, he floats over to greet his new friend.
"You’re just like me!"The Other Ghost giggles, their voices echoing softly as Ghosty and The Other Ghost they playfully wiggle their toes against each other’s soles, laughter sparkling in the air. For a moment, the loneliness of their past lives fades, replaced by the warmth of newfound friendship.
Spotting a small orphan wandering the alleys, Ghosty gently takes him with his feet. Ghosty flies toward the factory, the promise of transformation and playful ghostly adventures shimmering in the morning light. The line of new ghosts grows, each ready to greet the world with dancing feet and laughter echoing on the wind.
