Beastiary: Spectral Entities (bes·ti·ar·y / spek · truhl en · tuh · teez)

Classification

Spectral Entities are not remnants or echoes in Tir na nÓg—they are continuations. They exist where memory lingers like mist at dawn, where emotion takes form, and where presence outlives the body. Though many arrive from the threshold of mortality, others are born directly of feeling, of resonance, or of the land itself—woven from dreams, griefs, joys, or ancestral intentions that never needed flesh to be true. These beings are as varied as any others in form and nature. Some appear only in liminal moments—at the edge of sleep, at the hush between song and silence, in moonlight that filters through old stone. Others walk openly among the living, visible to those who are attuned to the subtle shifting of the world’s breath. They may shimmer, flicker, hum, or move with weightless grace. Some glide on wind or emerge from still pools. Others settle in familiar spaces, keeping vigil not from duty, but from belonging. Spectral Entities do not haunt in the sense known elsewhere. In Tir na nÓg, no being is bound by sorrow or fear. Instead, these presences are held as part of the greater circle of continuity—a weaving of life, death, and what lies between. They may be drawn to places or people that resonate with who they once were, or with the emotions that once defined them. But they are not trapped. They are companions of memory, carriers of feeling, and gentle reminders that love, once given, does not dissolve. Interactions with Spectral Entities are often quiet, marked not by spectacle but by intimacy. A sudden warmth. A remembered scent. A whisper without sound. Those who dwell in Tir na nÓg learn to recognize these moments not as eerie or unnatural, but as offerings. And in turn, many spectral beings are given space, respect, and gratitude for the stories they still choose to hold. Where other realms may draw harsh lines between the living and the departed, Tir na nÓg softens the veil. Spectral Entities walk not behind us, but beside us—part of the ecology of spirit, time, and care. They are not lost. They are simply... present, in another way.