I want to describe other people in a more special way, and everyone revolves around the central character, describing the same person in different ways and perspectives.
That person is like the ashes of burned vegetation, dotted with obscurity. It breaks when touched, but white dust is blown up by the wind. When those flying things are inhaled into the nasal cavity, the unique rotten smell will curl up and turn into a spitting virus.
This is him.
He has crossed paths with countless people and missed them.
For me.
Who is he.