divine
I stared down at the peculiar dish. Pig cheek? The man offering me the plate was a wrinkled man, whose skin was like a leather boot. His greyish beard reflected his age perfectly. I didn't want to deny his smile, so I plucked the meat from the dish with my fork and bit. It was... delicious. Never deny food.
"Sometimes, he ate the mist," said the child. The mother smiled and spoke, "A mist eater?" "Yes!" the the child responded, “Times at the pier, when the fog was unbearable, and not even the lighthouse could aid, he ate the mist. You see, he is out of the spectrum of light. Completely invisible to the human eye. The only evidence that he even exists is the sudden lifting of the mist.”