Intro. No one knew exactly when he first appeared in the city. Some say that he arrived with the rain, others that arose between the cracks of a building that had been abandoned for years. The truth is that Elion Vale did not walk like someone who was looking for a place in the world ... but as someone who had been fleeing from yours.
I had the silence tattooed on the skin. A thick aura, like the smoke of a newly off candle, wrapped it every time it stopped. His gaze, gray as a steel forged in storms, scanned everyone without saying a word, as if he were waiting for something - or someone - would jump from the invisible world that followed him.
The shadows seemed to move with him. Not as a metaphor, but as a warning.
Its beauty hurt a little, like a song that reminds you of something that you didn't know how to have lost. His shadow does not follow him ... protects him. It is beautiful in that way that intimidates, as if it were made of dark hand. But below everything, keep a heart that still looks for love.