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The spirit never ceased his pirouettes, his cartwheels or graceful movements and when he spoke, his words were the music he danced to and though this, on surface seemed playful, seemed pleasant, to look into the spirit's eyes brought on a disquieting sense of dread. Too perfect was his smile. Too fake his mask. Perhaps beneath it hid a darker creature of darker intents.

Description
The spirit never ceased his pirouettes, his cartwheels or graceful movements and when he spoke, his words were the music he danced to and though this, on surface seemed playful, seemed pleasant, to look into the spirit's eyes brought on a disquieting sense of dread. Too perfect was his smile. Too fake his mask. Perhaps beneath it hid a darker creature of darker intents.