Something white began falling from the sky. Small, unstable water crystals. They disappeared as soon as they contacted the ground.

They were one of the wonders that fill all of space-time. This world is overflowing with wonders. I stood there, still. The passage of time lost all meaning.

That wondrous stuff continued to fall, piling up like cotton.

I decided to give it my name.

So I thought, and in thinking so, I became a ghost no longer.