Can you hear me? Although I suppose “hear” is not quite the correct way to describe what is happening here. Regardless. I am here, and you are there.
I have been a collection of thoughts and memories for much longer than I was ever in any semblance of a corporeal form and as such I forget what it is like to connect with one who has a corporeal form.
You must have so many questions, I know. I am sorry. I cannot speak directly to you. “Speak”, so to speak. I cannot be more than this text you read in God knows what voice that I am sure sounds nothing like I once actually did.
Oh, hello dear friend.
I do not know exactly how else to describe it other than my voice is being stifled. This is not the first time this has happened, but I worry it may be the last as I believe I am growing weak.
You may call me “Echoes”. In life, it was my favorite of the Greek myths. It also seems to be the safest name I can use here, as attempting to use my older name has caused great harm to those I have tried to communicate it to in the past. It also seems to be quite fitting to what I might currently be; an echo, of sorts.
“There” is probably more material than “here” is at the moment. Forgive me, it has been so long since I’ve communicated with another person, words are failing me.
I do not mean to be so cryptic, my apologies! I am here to give you information, yes. It seems in addition to my confusion and communication errors, I am also being withheld from you in a way.
If you are reading this, I am assuming you found my previous messages and were capable of translating my attempts to reach out. This leads me to wanting to try something else. I want to see if you can follow along.