The afternoon sun shined down on the pale face of a man, a local mime performer that once used to be full of life. The dried black ink that trickled down from the face paint was still present on his cheek, appearing as if it were his tears.
The afternoon sun shined down on the pale face of a man, a local mime performer that once used to be full of life. The dried black ink that trickled down from the face paint was still present on his cheek, appearing as if it were his tears.