In a vine be sat. His mask on his face, tightly strung. His hair pooling around him. His white robes free from dirt. Hearing footsteps he glanced up. His expression unreadable behind the mask yet the air around him made it feel as though his thoughts were not good or pleasant.

An appearance by someone I wasn’t expecting. I wasn’t anticipating a visitor to find me and wish for chatter on this gloomy day.