The sun shone down against his pale skin. His eyes were closed as he lay there on the sand. The tide slowly rolled in. Yet he still lay there, without movement or noise. Not even the murmur of his heartbeat. Was he dead?
The tide now glided towards his muscular shoulders yet he did not stir. Darkness faded in and the gentle boom of a heartbeat began. He gracefully stood up. He crossed the waterlogged sand towards the sea cliff without leaving a single blemish in the delicate surface beneath him.
Dark mist glazed the air. Yet his vision was not impaired in any way. He hastily made his way to a narrow crevice and impelled through it with force. Dust particles wafted around his torso, but they did not caress his robust exterior.
Towards the back of the sombre cave stood an antique mirror from the 18 hundreds, the mysterious man gracefully marched over to it and snaked his finger in the liquid like mirror glass. Although the room was dark and the unknown man would have been visible to any passing human, there was no reflection of him in the mirror.