}{The video flutters on taking a quiet capture of the man half in a waking dream. Sitting up in his bed, unable to control the shaking any longer, he seemed to no longer attempt to fight it. His skin, that was usually lightly tanned by the sun he loved to bask in, was nearly as porcelain as the fairest geisha. Sable eyes looked downcast towards his hands where he held a large brown fan that trembled in his grasp.}{
This..
}{His tremulous voice can barely reach the commlink's receiver.}{
This is not.. very exciting anymore.
}{He looks restless, but without the strength to move, he felt as if there was nothing he could do to relieve it. This strange feeling of such helplessness was a foreign sensation to the man. Something that tickled unsettlingly at his brain. The frustration manafested itself in the form of several violent sneezes, racking pangs through his sore unused muscles.}{
GESHYUU!
}{The final sneeze miraculously seemed to tap into his spirit that still struggled to remain strong, and with it came a small explosion of tiny spirits in the form of iridescent blue butterflies.}{
}{He watched without alarm as the tiny kaleidoscope fluttered about in his hospital bedroom, many escaping through the crack in the window. A simper touched his mouth, looking almost comforted at the sight of them before the video timed out.}{