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sketchfab

What's going on is that I'm writing a story about a human who has no description at all. It's like this person just exists without any features or characteristics to speak of. They're just a blank slate, and it's kind of weird. This human doesn't have any hair, eyes, nose, mouth, or any other facial features that would make them recognizable as a person. They're just a lump of flesh with no discernible shape or form. It's like they're not even there, but at the same time, they're right in front of me. I'm trying to imagine what this human might be thinking, but it's hard because I have no idea who or what they are. Are they happy? Sad? Angry? I don't know, and that makes me feel a little uneasy.