... Why is everything so vague as if I am just a ethereal almost tangible but still intangible combination of someone's thoughts and imagination? As if I am being created by someone… uh.. my.. my thoughts… Why.. has it suddenly become… so hard to… think?
The pale weak ethereal being moved as if it was opening its my mouth to say- "Hello, Is anybody there? " But no sound came out of it.
How was it supposed to make sound? After all it was just a frail weak wisp of ethereal smoke being created and kept there by someone's last gasp-effort. It's tale waiting to continue.