The ghost girl stood in front of the massive statue, her transparent skin glowing in the moonlight. She reached out for him as if she wanted to touch his face or chest, but then disappeared into thin air before he could react. He knew better

The ghost girl stood in front of the massive statue, her transparent skin glowing in the moonlight. She turned around to face him, her sad eyes piercing through his soul. He couldn't help but feel drawn to her, like she was a part of him that he had never known existed. As she approached him, he could feel the wind blowing through his hair and hear the sound of her footsteps on the gravel path. Her dress flowed behind her like a ghostly apparition, and he could see that she was wearing nothing underneath it. The hourglass figure and large breasts made him want to reach out and touch them, but he knew better than to try anything with such an ethereal being. She reached out for him with one hand as if she wanted to touch his face or chest, but then disappeared into thin air before he could react. He knew that this was just a dream, but it felt so real that he couldn't help but wonder if there were other worlds beyond our own where things like this were possible.