Under dazzling spotlights and amidst a hushed crowd, a tall, skeletal figure emerged wearing a striking blue suit — sleek, regal, and slightly tattered at the hem.
His face, gaunt yet eerily calm, carried an air of haunting elegance.
With a slow, composed stride, he made his way to center stage, every eye fixed on him.
The Toast of Silence
Holding a single glass of red wine, the man stood with poise, lifting his glass as if to salute the silent audience.
There were no words — only the soft sound of his footsteps and the clink of glass.
His skeletal hand raised the drink to his lips, and he sipped with the grace of someone who had done this a thousand times before… perhaps over many lifetimes.
A Moment Frozen in Time
Though surreal in appearance, the man captivated the room not with fear, but fascination.
Was it a performance? A message? A metaphor?
No one quite knew — but what they did know was that they had just witnessed a haunting yet strangely beautiful moment they would never forget.
