"JERICHO"
White.
A woman of white appeared in the midst of his hopelessness and suddenly struck him with speechlessness. She was a fair young woman—her hair was white like snow, her skin white and blanched like that of a doll, and her white dress and stockings having almost ethereal qualities. Yes, Ahote thought to himself, he had never seen a woman quite as white as herself. It was only her eyes that kept him from being lost in her whiteness. Its silvery blue color twinkled in the sunlight and reflected back like a deep and rich ocean on a stormy day. Yes, the eyes kept him from her mesmerizing whiteness, but the blueness of them was equally beckoning.
Compared to her, Ahote was her polar opposite. He was cloaked in black and brooded in a gloom that always seemed to cling to him, and although he was very white in complexion himself, it was a very pale, unhealthy looking white. If one looked at him through the shadow his hat cast over him, they'd say, "Look at how sick he is!" But they weren't entirely incorrect—he had the whiteness of a dying man, or a man without vigor. His golden gaze wasn't as pretty as hers either, having no light reflect from them or, well, anything at all for that matter. His gaze was cold and unfriendly, and while golden, looked as if nothing he had made him feel nearly as rich. He bore the eyes of a man who truly, sincerely, had looked lost and unkind.
Ahote's enchantment subsided, and he'd finally say something in between breezes that crowded them. "Excuse me, ma'am. . ." he started icily, "which direction is the exit?" This might've seemed like a strange question in other cases, but with him standing idlely by, surrounded by hedges of plants and roses, it seemed like the only solution for a man such as himself lost in a labryinth.
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