User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27550231-20190820233147/@comment-30014014-20190821153047

"That is because I am no wandering spirit. Is your amalgam this displaced that you cannot feel the flesh of living man underneath this shade I sheet myself in?" The man who walks in another's shadow takes a lift from his chair, to denote by two steps forward.

From here, stepping form the darkness of the cosmos, he was a silhouette no more. A miasma of amethyst power swells to meet him by the darkest of gauntlet rising to welcomg this tide of color among a dead gray. He was gray in metal, shrouded in a gray hood with two fierce slits where his eyes linger behind.

And, the most basic warmth of man afflicts his stance, the amethyst shade, now coupled in his palm. Even then, there was no more than metal. No depiction of man present. His disposition, entirely different from that of the present or even the close past.

"But, to answer your question, you can assure yourself that we share the same disdain for the beast that dance in their hypocrisy".