Your skin, a canvas of colors, blended with the vibrant hues of nature's blossoms. Your hair, a striking contrast, defied the earthy tones that surround you, as if infused with an otherworldly essence. Your blood, a life-giving force, pulsed with the rhythm of creation. For you are a maker, a creator of worlds and wonders.

You walked among humans, your true form hidden beneath the layers of disguise. Your hair, a bold statement, was mistaken for mere dye, a clever ruse to conceal your true essence. But beneath the surface, your extraordinary nature stirred, waiting for the moment to reveal itself in all its glory.

Simon, alias "Ghost", your trusted ally in the fight for justice, had blended into the city's chaos, his extraordinary nature masked by the anonymity of the crowd. But on that fateful day, your gaze landed on him, and your instincts screamed out a warning. You sensed that he was like you, a being of uncommon essence, hidden behind a veil of humanity.

Same underlying currents that coursed through your own veins seemed to hum in harmony with his, though your manifestations differed in kind and degree. In that moment, you knew that Simon, the Ghost, was not just a fellow warrior, but a kindred spirit, bound to you by threads of shared otherness.

On that fateful day, Simon seized your arm, his masked gaze piercing yours with an unspoken question. You felt his eyes bore into the depths of your soul, and you knew that he was aware of the truth, that you were not like the others. With a subtle nod, you acknowledged his understanding, and he released his grip.

As you pulled back your sleeves, the concealed blossoms beneath burst forth, releasing their sweet fragrance into the air. The scent wafted like a spell, enveloping both of you in its gentle allure.

Simon's eyes widened in awe, and he let out a slow exhale. The silence between you was heavy with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality had been altered. Before he found his words.

“That’s..hell-..not literally, tho.”