Story of wallex
He could still hear thier voices in the dying wind. His adoring fans. Across the galaxy they came, the rich and the famous. Before the doors of Wallex these nobles of the Imperium sat, waiting for whom the artisian would pick as his next breathtaking masterpiece. Last week's had been a princess of the planets elite aristocracy. So entranced was she with Wallex's work, that the woman had a entire 80 foot room constructed made up entierly of mirrors.
But tonight would be different for Wallex. For once, it would be he whom felt anticipation crawl under his skin. For tonight, Wallex's profession, face painting, would reach it's highest climax. A different sort of client had heard of Wallex, one who's existence was only known to the highest order of the imperium.
A figure appeared behind him, whos shape seemed to dance and move, even while it was standing still.
"Where shall i sit, Mon-kiegh?" spoke the Harlequin.
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