She smiled. The fog coiled into the shape of a hand and brushed his cheek. "Whatever you want it to be. That's the trouble with ghosts made of water and memory. We change with the weather."
"I'm not real," she said before Leo could speak. "Not in the way you think. I'm a download. A ghost in the server of this building. Someone encoded me here, in the humidity and the dry rot and the old songs stuck in the walls." Mist of Her Body Free Download
She sat on a velvet chaise, backlit by nothing. Her dress was black lace, but the fog from outside had followed him down. It twisted around her ankles, her wrists, her throat—not obscuring her, but becoming her. Every time she breathed, the mist thickened. Every time she blinked, a fine spray of condensation beaded on the glass between them. She smiled
"What's your name?" he asked.
