My gaseous form drifted in the currents within a mental cohesion of unity. Consciousness created our cohesive gasiform. Subtle changes in emotions would shift courses though the dense atmosphere distinguishing that plunging too deeply would compress the quintessence of form into a liquid that would become confined to that level of awareness for eons until energetics would again elevate our revolution.

The visitors to our world knew of our existence but fascinated in our vaporous configurations. Our communications were in the form of telepathic thought-forms. Connecting with the creatures was mystifying as their dense interactions defiled the sensations of my animation. They seemed so separate and isolated; unable to merge with others to truly identify their actualities. Our physical existence had no frame of reference and joining with the awareness became a chasm of instinctual desires. Their distinctness was full of an unease of a transfiguration of the assembly of their corporeal form. The epochs of our moments were eternities in their limited perceptions. Avoidance of expansion constrained their agencies.

So, alien.