Skellie was a skeleton, not just any skeleton, the skeleton of Skarinda sane, a famous author that sought world peace. Skellie would see thousands of books packed into his small cabin, caring for them but not catering for others as he was known as a "freak". He felt the rough walls of his cabin whispering when he went to sleep, scaring him because he then heard the wail of the books falling to the floor. He would smell his allergy: dust, dirtying his dialogue written on floors, trying to dilly-dally in his skeleton dose of dire medicine. He tasted the disgusting dryness of the scared paper trying to invade his annoyed, bony mouth, dining on big pieces of cornflake.