| The shadowy man sits below a palm tree, holding a peach thoughtfully. He is not aware of your presence, his form blowing like the sand below his feet, yet stable and strong enough to be physical. He turns the peach around in his palm, flicking his long tail to the side. The sandy beach you have found him in is beautiful and colourful, yet he is nothing but a dull purple. A curious creature, monkey in appearance, yet dark as a shadow of someone not there.|