The final rays of light glint off the spidery wisps of his hair as it drifts lazily to the ocean breeze. Sparkles decorate the rusty twilight, playing amongst the mist cast around his body.
His friends appreciate the depths of his eyes, but those admiring him from afar fall victim to the hypnosis of his silvery hair. A lingering rarity, the metallic dance of his hair attracts the wandering eye and silently exposes the shallow speech of the heart.
Is he as beautiful and alluring as the strands portray? Or is he nothing more than the cold metal he reflects?














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