((You didn't invent any neat cultural quirks, so I did. It's basically like flipping a coin, but for cultures without coins or people with more than two possible decisions.))
"I...came. Knew I shouldn't have trusted the stick. Who are you?"
"I believe that it is not who I am that would interest you, but what I am." The voice swirls around you, permeating the air with a certain darkness and points of hollow space surrounding you.
"Besides, you already know what I am, why I exist. You have known since your birth. Do you not remember yourself, your troubles, your past? I am what was, is, and will be... of you.
Hmhm."The voice seems familiar, but you can't put your finger on it. The voice is quiet but assertive at the same time; you feel like you know the voice, but it's distant also.
Diana steel herself, hiding her fears, yell at the darkness "Well then, how about you fix that by giving me the cliff notes?"
The voice chuckles, seemingly having fun with this situation. You can feel the darkness around you falling, like an even later night than night itself.
"Hmm... nah, it'd be way over your head. You don't have the patience to listen to it all. After all, there's no one that knows you better than I do, and you're not gonna understand this all." The voice seems so familiar to you, almost like thoughts coming from your own head; yet, you know for sure that this voice is coming from somewhere outside. It is getting much harder to see with the darkness all around you.
"Weeeeelllll... I guess I could throw you this. I know the answer already, buuuuut... do you believe in ghosts?"