Teresa the ghost girl

You look up at the sky, an Aurora with beautiful blues and greens. the Bitter cold pierces through your Heavy Plate armor. the pain of your multiple wounds as they push you closer to death. it doesn’t matter what you fought for, all you know is you died In a blaze of glory with your brethren. A faint glow appears behind you, “greetings knight. I see you’ve met your final battle and are now left to wait for death to take you” you look and see a ghost in a wedding dress and a blue glowing flower crown “I am here to comfort you in these final moments as I once died alone. If you want me to?” You accept and she sits on a rock next to you staring for what feels like minutes. you tell her she Can talk. she teleports to sit weightlessly in your chest and says “your armor is ugly. I can’t tell if it’s armor or a bucket on your head” she stares in your eyes “and that bristle at the top looks dirtier than one of my old brushes” she snarks. Her words are cold and blunt, you just fought in a glorious battle and are met by criticism. No. This isn’t how you die. You decide to get up and survive. “w-what are you doing?!” She says “you‘re supposed to wait for deaths embrace!”