And then...

He breaths, mist rising off his lips. The wintery smoke of a warm breath against the air, rising off his lips like the aftershot of a pistol on a windless day. Jacket wrapped around him, he shivers happily in the bleak night of this dark time. Humming quietly, his lips vibrating a little when they part for a moment, releasing another waft of smokey air. His eyes are closed, his face softly embracing the fleeting warmth of his own breath as it caresses his face on its endless flight towards the atmosphere. He has no name and no voice. He has no life and no love. He has no face and no identity. Yet, he is.
And then it was wonderful.
His eyes opened and the world opened before him. Green eyes embracing the world around him, white clasing against brown and an occasional splash of green smiling back from evergreens in the distance. The sky, sunless and cloudy, mirrored the earth, expanding in every direction without definition, save the leafless trees and the immortal evergreens. His last breath spirals upwards, a large break between the puffs as he holds onto the breath he has already. Unable to move, unable to inhale or exhale, he simply stares at the wilderness around him. Is this his world? Where he will be forever? How had he come to be here and how would he leave?
But then it didn't matter.
He was where he was, with who he was, for what its worth. Happiness would come to the one who accepted what they had, and he would accept this world before him. Was he lonely? Was he dead? Alive? Hungry? He didn't know, but he was happy.
And then it was over.
Once more, he closed his eyes, began to breath once more, smoky tendrils extending from his nostrils as he closed his mouth to keep his tongue from drying in the chilly breeze which began to swirl around him. His world darkened and he was nothing once again.