In the deep space, layers of smoke billow and entwine, hazily spreading over the surrounding darkness.
Yaksha's ghostly outline emerges in the gloom, its body as if meticulously carved from cold hard stone, with sharp and distinct lines, full and bulging muscle blocks, exuding a primal and rebellious sensuality.
Dark mist slowly flows and drifts, half-veiling the outline, an aura of evil and ferocity spreading from its eyes, wildness intertwined with eeriness, sinking into the boundless night, the heavy oppressive feeling enveloping the surroundings.