When travelling in between dimensions, I found another interloper, it seems to have, alike me, found a way to defy the physical borders of its realm. Meeting something else trespassing like me was a nice surprise. But alas it seemed lost and confused, perhaps its presence here wasn't of it's will. It did not utter a word, only gazing at me when its overwhelming thoughs allowed it to.
Between its hand was the only existing memento in this place of the world it use to roam. Now surrounded by nothing but the same never ending gray pattern and ash falling from a foreign sky. I wonder how I could've helped it, and how it's doing now...