Half a Lifetime of Yin and Yang: The Void Soul Returns

I had always been certain that the shadowy figures prowling in the dead of night, the shifting reflections in the old well, and the long-life lock that never stopped its anxious warnings were all malevolent spirits haunting me. But after countless brushes with terror, as I traced the thread of memory back to 1998, I came to a chilling realization: every single supernatural occurrence that had filled me with dread stemmed from my aunt, who had passed away long ago. Lame for most of her life and stranded on the other side of the veil, she remained bound to the karmic fulcrum of our ancestral home—not to torment me, but to shield the five-year-old child I once was, guiding me through the half-life ordeal of yin and yang that fate had written for me.