An Inverted Man

its based roughly off of a picture i found while in an art gallery. im thinking about making it a whole full lengthened story.

The Inverted Man sits patiently looking through the hole of our world and thinks what is the meaning of this opportunity.  He is a twig of a man, tall and thin, sporting a coal black outfit. Being of a different world, he has no depth to him, he is a silhouette to any that where to notice him, a shadow, except for his pure white eyes and grin, a small radiating orb sticks out from just above where a human heart would be located.  He holds a cane in his left hand with a spiral pattern of black and white that seems to be ever moving.

Before the hole came, all The Inverted Man knew was himself and the world he lived in.  There was nobody else, no living creature had ever existed but him, he was alone in a vast world where everything made sense.  But now, now he could see a new world, one filled with living things, filled with unknown colors and shapes, filled with creation and wonder.  He could feel something else flowing through the hole, he could feel warmth from a blazing inferno in the sky, he could feel a gust of air moving on its own pushing him ever so slightly, he could feel emotion coming from those who look so similar to him, but had the depth in body that he lacked.  He could not stop wondering what this place was. It was all so new to him.  All he could remember from his own world were the buildings and the towers that he created by cutting them from the black earth that he lived on.  His only light being the orb that sat in his chest.  As he looked into this new world he thought what might happen if he left his own world and joined theirs.

The Inverted Man stuck looked back at the hole, remembering how it came about.  It had appeared when he had his right hand on his orb and touched his cane to the wall of his home using his left hand.  At first he thought that his was was crumbling away, but soon came to realize that there where no pieces falling to the floor.  When he let go of his orb, the hole would close up.  He tried again on a different wall,  the same hole formed but what lay behind it seemed to be a different place.  One with a ground that had hair growing out of it in a color that he knew not the name of, and long thick pillars with smaller poles sticking out of it and out of those poles grew tiny little feathers that where also a shade of the same color as the ground hair.

This all intrigued The Inverted Man, he wanted to feel these different things that lay in front of him, he wanted to smell them and hear them in the moving air.  As he stuck his hand trough the hole, it went through some sort of change, as if he were putting his hand in a pool of paint, his hand changed to a bright white color as he stuck it through the hole, along with his arm and his legs and all of his body. As he took his entire body through the hole, he found that every part of him had changed, the color of his body had been completely inverted, and now he had depth!  his person cast a shadow on the ground that looked so much as he did in the other world.  He could hear songs of tiny bent armed creatures soaring through the sky, he could see the blazing inferno shooting colors across the ground, he could smell the fragrance of dew and fresh air, he could feel the hair growing from the ground beneath his shoes.  He had made it into this new world, our world, and there is so much to do.

Author's Note

ignore grammar problems, what do you think of the delivering of the character and how he sees the new world?