Beautiful flowers rapidly bloomed as he walked through the field but withered just as fast with him raising each leg.
Step by step a beautiful trail of life and death was emerging behind him and every villager only looked at this abnormal sight from small cracks of their boarded windows.
A small girl then dropped her ball, chased after it and soon she appeared in front of the mysterious man.
She picked up her ball and started to grow rapidly, scarred she ran away from the man but she was just a few seconds to late to do so.
Skin and bones were the only thing left, a proof of ones existence.
Whether or not it was fate, some people from the village, sick and frail ran towards the man.
Like a wave, a big pile of corpses started to form not so long after. Human wall of morphed together skins and bones of those who wished to end their miserable life.
Brove in some eyes, where others find pure irony and stupidity in such act...
The tide which would have swept anyone from the ground just formed a shelter around the man as if a cloak was put on him from the whole village.
Elders then approached it with an intrigue and unsure intent, however once couple of them reached said place no one was there, nothing other than a monument of distorted corpses some with flesh still intact where one could see both horror and relief in.
The man disappeared and was never seen again, but this legend continued on.