A living paradox

In the endless desert at the edge of the world, always wandered a man with white scarf and black hood. Whether it would be scorching days or freezing nights, it did not matter to him. He just kept going on without sings of a stop. Few that have seen this man were struck with unknown fear, however the desire to come closer was equally strong, and so they were forever frozen in place. Not being able to leave, but not being able to approach either. The man was not evil by any means. However he was not good either. He was never afraid yet never brave. He could never love but in return never hate either. Pain is an unknown word to him, but so is the joy. He never smiled or cried, and was never happy or sad. There was no past for him or future. Not dead but not alive either, he was just an empty shell without a heart or soul. With no place to belong to and no name to be remembered by. And so he tirelessly wandered on and on without start or goal. From dusk to dawn, searching for unknown. http://img00.deviantart.net/be58/i/2012/077/e/7/half_angel_half_demon_by_sioa0fujia-d4t4y35.jpg

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