The realm of the ghosts had needed a healer, one to to repair their fractured souls and let them flow once more in the divine channels. That's when Angel came to town.
The ghosts in this town were the ones we called "scared kittens" for they haunted themselves over the most silly of things.
The ghost town was not a place, nor a thing of this reality, yet a pocket of time and space that was a hospital for lost souls.
The ghost town was a hug of spectral homes upon a spectral hill, yet to those whom arrived there it was a warm and sunny place for healing and eventual redemption.
The ghost town was more than an empire, it was its own reality, a place between all others where souls could recover and choose to try again, to be reborn and make a legend, a good one, so that they could pass next time around.