This is a riddle:
At first I scream
Then I am reduced to a whisper.
Soon, I bear but the faint echo of that whisper.
Furthermore, upon you still not heeding my call, I am reduced to the faintest echo of the faintest echo of a whisper, wrapping you in a warm, luxurious, satin sanguinity.
What am I in all three of my phases?
1.The conscience amour-propre.
2.The conscience vagabond.
3.The conscience lost...