Misted Enterings
A low smog of mist seeps from under the door, through the cracks in the flooring and walls, forming the blurry figure of the spirit. hiding in her mist, she watches those around her before continuing on. "Hello" she whispered whilst looking around more so. She continued on, seemingly not paying much attention. "...Introductions...new members....things about whom I be, aye? I am me...nothing more....a writer in the stage long since of dead-hood. But of course that means little here" she thought of how no one would be able to prove or disprove the form of a writer for no matter how well one posts, they, perhaps, can only write posts, and perhaps a writer can not post at all. "I know not else to say, but I shall be here and watching." again she looked around aimlessly, waiting for something it seemed.
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