"From nightfall to dawn on this one night a year the veil separating the realms shall be lifted and the dead will once again walk among the living. We must disguise ourselves as one of them so as not to be taken across. God help us all."
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See those that have come before you
Do not stand at my grave and weep. I am not dead. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glint on the snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the autumn rain. When you awake in the morning hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of birds circling in flight. I am the stars that shine at night. Do not stand on my grave and weep. I am not here. I do not sleep.
