Silver was once again standing in front of the black fog door.
It had been almost three days but this place looked like it was always frozen in time, just existing.
This time he didn't directly look at the silver watch, even trying to not look at it actively. Who knew if he lost control and got thrown out of here again?
'Hmm, It's close, Can only I come in here? But I didn't open the door…Is it to stop someone from going outside?'
Silver looked at the window frame, who knew what he was expecting but he wanted to confirm one thought.
He wanted to check whether what happened last time repeated itself or not.
He slowly made his way towards the window, he then closed his eyes, put his hands on the sill, and slowly placed his head in a peeking position.
There were no sounds in the surrounding, even when he placed his hands on the window sill. This only worked to tense him out further.
'Should I really be doing this…?'
He thought once again, but he couldn't always come back running from things he knew he had to do sooner or later.
He calmed himself down, breathed in deeply, and with a quick exhale, he opened his eyes.
Click–
"Gasp…"
Silver stumbled back and landed on all fours, gasping greedily for air.
His face was blanched as if his already pale skin had lost whatever blood it had left.
'How…?'
Silver's head was muddled, he was scared and aghast.
He forgot everything he had planned and looked at the table, more specifically the silver pocket kept on it.
'It saved me again…'
He was still not completely recovered from the experience he had just now. It hadn't even been a minute since he had arrived here and he was already in this state.
And it was only because that moment that was not even a hundredth of a second long that had put him in this state.
'It was closer, that thing...its like as if it's coming to me.'
The last time he had glanced at the black fog outside, he had felt like something was looking straight in this direction from far far away. The black fog was seemingly blocking the view of whatever it was.
But this time, Silver felt like the thing that had only locked at him was slightly closer to the house. The moment he opened his eyes, it was as if the entity was looking directly at him in the eye!
The Clicking sound had made its way through immediately without any delay and broke what would have formed a deadly stare down with the thing far, far away.
At least this had confirmed his theory, but at what cost?
'Even death must not be that scary, I feel like offering myself up to that…what is it?'
He had been in the kneeling position for a few minutes now, gradually recovering from something he couldn't even explain to another, feeling like there were no words that would do what he felt, justice.
Silver calmed his breath and started walking with his hands and knees towards the table and chair, he didn't dare to stand back up and have himself locked by the thing outside again.
He passed the window frame and only then he stood up, he wanted to dust off his pants but he belatedly realized that he didn't have any, his body was made out of the white fog.
His lower body had not even completely formed.
'This form of mine is wearing the clothes I'm wearing outside, then If I concentrate enough…'
Silver did exactly that and started thinking of pants, when it didn't work, he was lost as to what to do or if this even was the right way to do it.
'My body and clothes are made out of the white fog and it is the same as the ones I'm wearing outside, then if I superimpose the image onto the white fog itself… '
This time it worked, the white fog from the surrounding slowly riled up towards his lower body.
His legs were completed first, then his feet and toes.
The baggy traveler pants with many torn pockets were the last to be added.
With this, the excitation of the white fog had ended. The white fog present in the house had thinned considerably.
'This fog…can it make anything?'
This wild thought suddenly struck Silver, he immediately willed the white fog to make a sword.
The white fog similarly riled up and gathered in his right hand, it rotated like a sphere, and then from both ends of this sphere, shot forth the fog to become extended, and after a few seconds became a sword. The sword's edge looked exactly the same as the one Silver had seen, embedded into the wolf beast's neck on the first day he opened his eyes here.
'This…is game-changing.'
The number of applications this could have was already overflowing his mind.
He thought of a dried meat from the beast, the sword dispersed and became exactly that.
This piece of dried meat made up of fog was even more detailed than the sword, well that was to be expected as this is the only thing he ate day and night after coming here. His fingers could tell the texture with his eyes closed now.
He tried eating it by placing it in his mouth but the dried meat just dispersed.
He kept experimenting with the white fog for quite a while.
The amount of ideas he had manifested varied from a live cat to a mini eiffel tower.
After who knows how long, the smart phone in his hands dissolved to become white fog again and started floating around like him like it wanted to…play more?
'Surely not…'
After minutes of experimenting, Silver now summarized all that he had learned.
'I can recreate anything as long as I remember it, so I only need to think about creating it and it will be replicated by the fog.'
Silver also found out one more thing from this bizarre occurrence. This place was definitely within him and it knew of his thoughts.
It can't be explained otherwise, at least not with the amount of knowledge Silver possessed right now, but even if he knew more, he would reach the same conclusion.
'Only non-animated things can be replicated. Something that is alive can't be created with the white fog.'
He had tried multiple times, even insects but he had failed. Some people had claimed that insects were not alive as they didn't have consciousness, but since the white fog couldn't make it, Silver concluded that having consciousness or not had no relation with things being alive or dead.
But there was a dilemma, didn't he recreate his legs and feet? So it can create parts of a living entity but not the whole entity.
To confirm this though, this time he tried to replicate a cat's tail and he succeeded.
'Life can not be created.'
Silver concluded.
Finally, to put a full stop to that, he made the full body of the cat. As expected, he was able to do it.
There was no life, it was just like a puppet with no soul.
'I guess it cannot be called dead, technically it was never alive, after all, you have to be alive to be dead. Wow…that's quite philosophical of me'
Next, he experimented to what extent things can be replicated.
To do that, he replicated something he remembered very clearly, like the dried meat, after doing that he tried to replicate something he remembered very vaguely.
It was the athletic meet jersey that he wore four years ago in a competition.
After he was done creating both, he concluded at once while observing them both.
'The clearer I remember it, the better it will be replicated. Time can erode memories, and they can become vague. The stronger the memory, the vivid the replica.'
The next was similar to the second one.
To test it out, he tried to replicate the most recent smartphone he had received on his sixteenth birthday.
After replicating it, he tried to power it on but it didn't happen. He tried this with a number of things but the result was the same.
'The properties dont get replicated, only the appearance.'
Hence, Silver concluded. If Life can be considered a property of the living, then it only makes sense.
And the last one, well it was clear from the get-go.
'I can only create stuff with the amount of fog that is directly available to me.'
He had tried creating a bowling ball set in which he succeeded but he wasn't able to create the ball as he had no white fog left.
He ran out of white fog.
Silver looked at his body and wondered.
'What will happen if I use up all the white fog that is used to construct my body.'
The moment he willed it, the fog that was composing him started dispersing.
It started from his toes and kept happening until it reached his eyes.
'This…'
But as the erosion reached his eyes, Silver thought that his vision would be impaired but that didn't happen.
Even when the erosion of white fog crossed over his eyes when only his forehead was remaining and that too quickly dispersed.
Silver had seemingly disappeared from the space but he was still very much there. He didn't have any arms and legs but he still had all the senses. It was like he had become a soul-like entity, free of all physical constraints.
'Time to test it out…'
Since, he had lost all physical limitations that were placed on him while he donned a body made out of fog, after removing it. There was this one thing he really wanted to try.
'I should be able to, right? After all, the fog doesn't exhibit properties. If I am like a spirit or soul, then you can say that I only take control of a body that is made out of the fog, hence giving it life.'
According to this conjecture, If silver was ever able to bring a soul or spirit of a living being, construct a body for it made out of the fog and then have it control it, would it be like giving it another life?
'It should be possible since I'm doing the same thing, but that is considering if I can even bring something in here.'
"..."
"On second thought, bringing anything here doesn't seem to be a good idea after all. Maybe when I fully understand this place and conclude that it won't cause any sort of problem for me."
'Putting that aside, let's test this…'
Humans were creatures of land, never meant to fly as a free bird in the sky. If someone had said to him that a person can fly if they will it hard enough, he would have patted his shoulder and left him some money, but now…
But now…
'If I had met such a person…'
Thought silver as he lost himself in the moment.
'I would have given him my fucking estate…'
If Silver ordered the bowling ball set that was lying on the wooden ground to disperse and reconstruct his body, the fog would not move towards the previous position he was at, but it would travel upwards and compose a body in an extremely uncomfortable position.