As this tall figure walked down its path, the spot light pointing at this figure stressed the dust particles lifted up as he passed by the people on his way to the front. He did not say a word, but the people around him recognized this so respected figure.
The floor shook as he walked, leaving a mark in the ground as he walked. His favourite perfume - 'yellow sulfur n.666' his favourite, spread in the air… announcing his presence in the area. His eyes; bright deep red; recognizable by many, spoke by themselves.
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