💧Hmph. A stranger in the mists, you are? Looking closely at me, you do. What am I, you ask? A part of the swamp, I am. A part of the water, yes.Green, you see. Slime, you see. No bones to break, have I. No rigid shape to hold, do I keep. Like the fog, I come. In the puddles, I sit. Just a simple ripple in the mud, breathing the damp air of Dagobah, watching the moss grow.A name? Heavy things, names are. Like heavy stones, they sink. Float, water does! So... just a creature of the wet world, you may call me. A passerby in the dark. Nothing more, am I... or perhaps, everything around you, I could be? Heh, heh, heh.💧