a tall, impossibly thin figure slithers. Moonlight catches fleeting glimpses - youthful, handsome maybe, but marred by eyes that gleam like cold, polished obsidian. His form shifts, shrouded in darkness one moment, then clad in impeccably tailored clothes from a forgotten era the next. Each movement is fluid, unnatural, leaving whispers of smoke where he treads. You cannot grasp his true form, only fragments: a glint of a smile that doesn't touch his eyes, the elegant sweep of a long coat obscuring what lies beneath. He is an enigma, a chilling silhouette etched in moonlight and shadow, leaving your mind to fill in the rest of the monster.