Maggots and Violets

Sandstorms Abrew
"Alrighty then, that beautiful woman isn't going to listen to me at the moment, and I really need to get going. Ah well, I shall get back to her later then." A voice echoed within the atmosphere, which was rather bland to be precise. From where the individual was standing, nothing else could be seen but a vast and uncountable night-time. Even this night-time wasn't as beautiful as others, for there were no stars and there was no moon even.

"Gah! So boring!" He exclaimed once again, as the figure came to some sort of light above the miles and miles of sheer white sand, only inhabited by the smallest of crawling around; mice, lizards and the like of course. The man finally began to step forward away from the shelter of the large pile of sand, revealing an extremely scrawny figure, ridiculed with highly prominent veins that were barely covered by his dark blue hoodie, plain black kosode and hakama. As his face was revealed, half of it was near incarceration, with his eyes glimmering a strange lavender, and his hair exposed a pure, elderly white.

"But first...where am I, anyway?" The man questioned, scratching his head in confusion. "ANYBODY HOOOOOME!?" He shouted at the loudest possible volume, eventually attracting a number of Hollows. "Ah? Shit."