Sometimes they just leave. Die out, explode, I don’t know. The wisps… why are they after me?
What am I of importance to them?
What am I supposed to do with knowledge of such insignificant beings?
Are they even there?
What is this?
I fear them. Why? I don’t know.
But the very sight of them,
their pale rainbow of colors,
their spinning aura…
the holes…
Oh yes, the holes! I forgot to tell you!
There are small holes in this world! Black holes!
Sometimes.. a wisp will just float over a hole… and it dies! it disappears!
Sometimes a wisp pushes another one in!
Sometimes a whole big group of wisps will just keep walking into them! Like some sort of mass suicide!
It sickens me!
These things… the things… they are so disgusting.
The wisps…
the wisps…