The morning presented an unusual sight as the sun, tinted with a peculiar shade of red, ascended in the eastern sky. Its crimson glow bathed the city in an eerie, surreal light, making this morning distinctly different from any other.
Amidst the mysterious ambiance, an old man with silvery-white hair donned in dark robes moved with an almost ethereal grace atop the buildings. He leaped and bounded from one rooftop to another, his presence adding an enigmatic touch to the already unusual morning.
Amidst the city's bustling streets, the old man's appearance was that of a frail beggar, projecting an image of weakness and poverty. However, this deceptive facade sharply contrasted with the reality of the situation.
