It has been an eternity. Slick slime oozing from Hermis as he slicks his fat girth forward.

"Never, not a day..." thinking to himself. It is always the worst day, the most horrid of days.

Hermis moves a step, two, three, before remembering he has no steps. "Oh..." to each glib and glob he tries to move but there is no gain.

"I can never be what I want to be..." Sadness and pain running through his veins. "Forever more, and forever last." Thinking to himself, the most alone and the most sad.

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He does try, truly he does. A slime in a world among the most, there were many when he first came to, but none remain. Sad again at the memory of his lonely inquiry, his mind returns to the gloom again.

Slipping, sliding, gloop and glob. Each movement forward a disdainful trod. "If I ever knew, what I could have been?" a forlorn thought within his head. "I could have seen, I could have done..." as he remembered his brethren, gone and undone.

Yes, the last of who came with him, alone and unknown, no kin. "Sigh..." an echo resounded, the remaining remembrances abounded, "Not a day I could try if I could find a reason..." as his thoughts of choice appalled him without a reason.

Another step two, and three, and four, before he remembered he had no feet, not even, not anymore. Another sigh, as exasperated, "I can't even move with bipedal locomotion..."

A final act, before his due death, a sadness wallowing within his soul for before him lie a cliff to the cavernous floor. "I die today." His heart sputtering, oozing and glopping before sailing away.

With a THUD, he splat, and ooze did he be, before remembering to himself, "Oh no. How can this be."