The Gracefulness of Lenny Tales
Lenny emerged from the portal like a specter from a different realm, his ethereal appearance immediately capturing the attention of everyone around him. His once immaculate clothes were reduced to mere shreds, clinging to his body as if desperately trying to hold onto their former shape. Steam billowed from his form, an eerie dance of vapor that seemed to weave around him like ethereal tendrils, the residue of an otherworldly journey.
His flowing white hair cascaded down his back like a silken waterfall, gleaming like the moon on a cloudless night. Each strand seemed to capture the very essence of starlight, lending him an almost divine aura. His fair skin, untouched by the searing heat of the alien world he had just traversed, glowed with an otherworldly luminescence, casting a soft, radiant light around him.
Despite the remnants of his burnt attire, Lenny's physique was a marvel to behold.