[carapace]

Once, in a small town in Colorado I passed two people, a man and a woman, and there was something very strange about them. I mentioned it to a friend of mine and he told me about them: they were refugees from the far south, from a indigenous people that no one knew. No one spoke their language and they knew no other. Their home and people had been destroyed and scattered.

After that, I realized what was so strange about them. They were ghosts, but they still had their bodies.