Test Scene
It was noisy as usual on the "great lawn" of Central park. Children running around playing with Frisbees, beautiful women taking in the sun on colorful beach towels, grown men playing catch or football with others, and then there was Dolemeck Night. He stood out like a sore thumb on days like this, dressed mostly in black, his long hair going down to his waist, nearly paper white skin, and several books under his arm.
His bright green eyes avoided contact with any of the women sun bathing, and he tried to move away from the more muscular males playing games to impress them. He made a b-line to one of the many trees on the edge of the lawn and sat with his back against one. It was perhaps his own little paradise. Blue skies, white clouds, and the greenest grass he had ever seen. The things most humans take for granted.
Once he was comfortable, Dolemeck placed the books to his side, and selected one to start reading from. "Les Fleurs du mal", in it's original, unedited format.
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