Ghost From The Past

The night transformed into a somber canvas of dark grey clouds, obscuring the stars and extinguishing any glimmer of hope. It was in this oppressive gloom that Celeste awoke, her body wracked with intense pain and overwhelming agony.

She panted, her breaths coming in ragged gasps, and glanced around to find herself back in her mansion, lying in her own bedroom. Looking down, she saw the source of her torment: her body was drenched in sweat and naked beneath the covers, every inch of her skin marred by countless purplish-green burns. The wounds throbbed with excruciating pain, as though she were still being seared alive.

Celeste took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she steadied her racing heart. Gradually, dark purple smoke began to envelop her, a sign that her devilish powers had awakened. Within moments, the healing began, and soon her body was restored to its pristine state, free of any trace of the burns that had tormented her.