It forms words

I know what you're thinking, the words say. You are clueless, aren't you, as to what I am. 

I am what you want to see. If you want to see a young woman, so be it. If you want to see a young man, so be it. 

You stare at the silky thread, which slowly dissipates. You now know for sure that this man or woman is magical. This makes you shiver slightly. 

"What are you?" you whisper, eyes growing wide.

The thread whips out again. What you want to see. 

"Why do you use that thread to talk?"

I am mute.

The End

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