No one knew who first noticed the train conductor slowly ascending the steps. Without any verbal communication, the camp gradually quieted down, and the gaze of thousands fell on that figure.
Even if he did nothing, just lowered his head, slowly and rhythmically climbing the platform step by step.
The crowd's gaze willingly followed him, as if staring into the abyss, unable to pull away.
The atmosphere reached a peak in another extreme.
Flames and lights glided over his obsidian-like long hair, streaming down dazzlingly, but he himself had no color; his earrings were covered with a layer of opaque black, a loose black shirt, black casual pants, and a pair of white sports shoes, half covered by wide pant legs.
Even standing in the center, under the firelight, still gave one the illusion of blending into the darkness.
