He never leaves. Even in the day. He never vanish. Just left unnoticed. He's always there. Watching us behind the sun. Waiting for his turn to be light.
Behind the sun's roaring flame he looks ashen. Besides the big ball of fire, we could barely looked at, lies a pale white one.
Yue stays silent. His eyes were ashen. Like the stones that made up the moon. His fingers long and sharp, like rocks without care. His hair long and hard. Unmoving against the wind.
Everything about him radiates gloom. But for some he means peace. He glows softly in the dark. Just enough to see what lies ahead.
His feet are those of a lion. With long claws and all. His body white and hard. Like a statue in a park. He is a mixture of man and lion. But never a predator. Just a protector.
He never leaves.
He just glow. Behind the roaring flame.
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