in an intricate design that leaves rusting in their wake, a tiny figure off- the- shoulder dressed around them comes into contact with something otherworldly and intriguing: poison sparks the eye at night. In his tiny hands it is made in bold strokes, its eyes sparkling in hues of orange to pink in shades of yellow as they glow in all three directions, their expression one eye at an intense gaze at whoever dares not to touch him with fear,
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