C726 Unintentional people3

Seven rays of light shone on his ink-black hair, illuminating it.

He lowered his head, hugged himself, and leaned against the wall, thinking.

Butterflies flew by the foot of the wall, and spiders climbed up as well.

A few strands of spider webs wrapped themselves around his hair. Light as rain.

The ground was littered with tobacco, and the air was filled with the faint smell of tobacco