I want to be invisible not in the sense of 'auuhuhuh i hate myself and fear being percieved and it is horrible to have to make myself look nice for the gaze of the public' NO
i want to be invisible for the sense of 'I am all that ever was and ever will be, you will never see me but there will not be a time when you can not feel me. For I am everywhere and all at once, you will grieve my absence for my presence is that palpable that your eyes need nothing to be attached to. I am beyond your visible light spectrum and yet you can feel my warmth, you can feel my cold. You will know when I am there, and you'll miss me when I am gone. But there is no image attached to your mind as to who I am and what I look like, for I do not need that. Your mere awareness keeps me as alive as you but that joy of freedom will forever keep me changing. You may assign me to a face who holds a similar voice, but what if I do not speak? You may assign me to someone you know of similar height, but what if my magnitude isn't able to be contained under one number? You will try give me a name, nicknames, there will be dozens of itterations and theorising, but you cannot find a singular label as none of them will ever seem right. There will be hundreds who meet me, and all will remember me differently, and none will be able to say how I look like - because that is not who I am. They'll feel the way the air crackles when I laugh, they'll feel a chill run down their spine when they have upset me, they will know when I am there to support them, and they'll process when I am helping them, but the appearance of me is not something I preoccupy myself with. I will call myself a wolf, a woman, a deer, a man, a porcupine, an elderflower, you will never know which one is quite the real me because I am all of that and also nothing of the likes. You can't find me, but you know I am here, You won't ever assign stereotypes to me simply by looks - only by the stories you've overheard. But will you let second hand information guide your judgement? Don't you want to meet me for real? Step into the river then, feel the chill of the wind brush up against your shin and the bite of water through your skin, because I am hiding within the molecules, I hide within the atoms. But it's not insensitive, I merely don't get your desire for certainty. You crave the tangible, the visible, the percievable, but It is just not who I am. I won't force you to grow a few appendages from your neck simply because I can not imagine you without them, nor will I tell you if your artistic depiction of me is right or wrong - you will draw what you feel and want to see, but it is not what you saw or will see - because i am invisible. And you'll ponder over the question for long nights and days because how can something exist without a form and yet I will still be there wether or not you accept my existence as real and probable or not. For I am Inivisible.'
Maybe add a shapeshifter into the mix too.
