A smoke-formed figure rushes through a busy crosswalk, their body unraveling with each hurried step
A smoke-being sitting alone in a dimly lit room, a half of their form missing, the remaining mist slowly unraveling, as if a part of them had been taken away, their essence scattering into the silence
A foggy humanoid at a party, their form flickering between solid and barely-there as they interact, tendrils of mist pulling away each time they hesitate, their body unraveling with every awkward pause
A spiral that begins in a tight, orderly fashion and then becomes fragmented and scattered