The peculiar soul is a lost soul indeed.
It does not consist of the same components as a soul normally does, but it is a soul.
My worries for this soul grow larger for each day, since the anxiety of this poor soul is doubled whenever it is reminded of that it has no physical form.
Generally a soul is not aware that it lacks a body, but this one certainly does.
I have still not found any information on the origin of this soul.
All souls have some kind of trace of its origin, but this one’s is so well hidden I cannot find it.
Even though the soul is starting to lose hope and my research has little left to contribute in this matter, I am sure to help it to my full capability.