At brillig, in a remote and inconsequential burg, residents went about their habitually duties.The Lingering and tedious work of yielding to the crops , feeding  rancid slop from days past to domesticated beasts to which fight veraciously for every scrap. These and a multitude of undisclosed other tasks  that the masses conduct are belittled by some unknown force. 
As the sun's light being to make tangent with the earths surface the sky inaugurates  gray robed judges who begin to weep incessantly to mother earth , occasionally striking their gavels with brusquerie interruption.  As the elements settle a thick pale mist supersedes the girding, rendering visibility to no more than ten feet. No soul was about stirring, but a lonesome guard at the front gate whom witnessed the spectacle.  With nothing but a flambeau to aid the guards orbs in the bewitching hour. Approaching is a sound of  what seems to be a man jabbering away,  upon further inspection the vigil onlooker makes out a pare of silhouettes.  The outline to the left seems to be a slender and well-gathered man and the right is a phantasmagorical shape that is in every utterance of the word deformed. An aura of apprehensive consciousness imbues in the keepers consciousness. Solely fixated on the malformed individual.
The warden ossified in fear scanned every aspect of the now distinguishable creature. His eyes inevitably are drawn to where a face should be, but instead a wrinkled and leveled surface with a silky brown complexion lied in wait of his soul-windows' gaze. It's glossy skin is covered in a thin glazed  of transparent slim. while, this thing has a humanoid structure it could be most comparable to a slug. Draped over this fiend vertebral column is a gargantuan leather cloak that forms a hood over it's cranium like feature.
Before the guard could begin to react he became besotted, the only thought to his mind was that mist , that thick milky mist.