Welcome To Pneuma

Welcome to nima, the realm of the afterlife's embrace, Where souls find solace, in this vast and boundless space. Here, in this land of the dead, both Physical and Spiritual reside, In harmony and peace, with no animosity to divide. In the city dwell the Physical, beings of muscle and bone, Walking corpses and living skeletons, in their own zone. But fear not, they're not demons, seeking power and control, In nima, there's no hierarchy, no social ladder to patrol. The denizens of nima, they seek not dominance or strife, For here, violence holds no place in the afterlife's embrace. Spirituals and Physicals, they coexist in harmony, Embracing freedom in death, without bounds or boundary. For the Spirituals, it's a time to relax and enjoy, No need for aggression, no need to deploy. But for the Physicals, their actions are more complex, Yet still guided by a code, not driven by effects. In nima, abilities and powers abound, But for harm, the Spirituals never make a sound. The Physicals may tread to Earth, with purpose in their stride, Yet their intentions are noble, not to cause fright or divide. (Outro) So why are you here? It's a question oft asked, In nima, the answers are varied and vast. Perhaps brought by another, to share in the serenity, Or maybe a neutral life led to this eternity. But whatever the reason, in nima you'll find, A haven of peace for the wandering mind. So embrace the freedom, in this afterlife's domain, For in nima's embrace, true solace you'll attain.