A man. To be precise, a man despised for his "grotesque" looks. Villagers assumed him to be a demon behind his mask. Dying in the living hell each and every day. No one knew how he looked like. He ran. He ran. He ran. He grew beautiful flowers. Like a bee attracted to flowers, he came. "You are not grotesque. You are Beauty." He whispered to the "grotesque" man. #InspiredBy La Città Di SmeraldoAll Rights Reserved
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