Tell, Don't "Tell"

Sometimes, brevity can work, too.

The woman, a human female who stood exactly the height of 1.4757 3.9 foot dresser drawers bought from a manufacturer overseas who's name was lost to time, strode using her legs- the same legs which she was born with- past a single decorative and smooth stone tile (thousands of which covered the floor of the shopping mall, which was as old as the man sitting on the mahogany bench with iron armrests engraved with a decorative pattern, except slightly younger), and then stepped once more, spanning the entirety of yet another decorative and smooth stone tile in the shopping mall slightly less old than the man on the mahogany bench, who's age was still a mystery to her; yet she believed she could predict simply by looking at him, and thus used said predicted age to make the assumption of the age of the mall; despite the entire possibility that the mall was older, and the slim but still somehow present possibility that they were the exact same age- which may be affected by one's own bias of when said mall was considered "built-" although her biased opinion was that a mall was considered built when the last brick was in place, and as such that was the absolute time which was used in the hypothetical, however little the specific time would affect the age of the mall being younger or older than the man. After said stride, she couldn't bring herself to draw her attention away from the man, the color (as interpreted by her own brain (after processing through the rods and cones (though mostly her cones, as they were the photoreceptors which detected color whilst rods (the second type of photoreceptor) only detected things in greyscale) on the inside of her own visual sensory organ) due to the absorption of specific light which would color the object as the waves hit it) of the orbs in his eye sockets- if one had set them in front of themselves with proper lighting (In improper lighting, the electrically powered light may strobe at a low rate, so that despite your eyes registering the light as a solid and everpresent detail, it turns on and off repeatedly, causing an effect where if you were to move your arms at a fast rate, it would look as though it were in a low "FPS," (a term best described using a bus with thirty seats a s a metaphor, with one bus passing back to back every second, each seat representing a single frame which passes you by quicker that the entire bus but at the same ratio of distance in regards to the time taken for the bus to pass) subtracting from the quality of what you could see) and ignoring the fact that to do so his eyes would have to be removed from his sockets- being a color not considered warm when thinking in terms of color theory, but also not quite purple or green, being in some sort of inbetween state; a color which was cold and relaxing, like an ocean, if oceans were that color; as oceans could also be a light green, or even a deeper (or lighter) shade of said color contained in his irises; which would be able to be combined with red paint- assuming that the color of the irregular spheroids was to be translated into a medium of the same exact type of paint- to form purple; which meant that the color of an ocean was an ineffective descriptor to convey through writing, as although her idea of the color of the ocean was flat and precise, it could not be conveyed properly through writing as there was no visual medium to show to the readers so they would know the exact color- though it wouldn't matter much, due to her having no knowledge of being in a fictional work and therefore no reason to worry about using any descriptor more accurate than what her biases would tell her.

To put the experience of this female homosapien into a slightly smaller English sentence, one could say (meaning write or otherwise tell, not specifically producing sound sonically using speech organs):

"The lady walked through the mall, stopping when she saw a blue-eyed man resting on a bench."