It was a calm night, gentle breeze flowing past you like a waterfall as you made your way to a small pond your Parental Unit taught you about. Pristine waters gleaming under the gentle moon. A man sitting with his hair half up in the glittering water. That was Douma, far from the Cathedral he resided in, turning to you and smiling with his majestic kaleidoscopic eyes boring into you full of deception, yet alluding properties.

— “Why Hello, I Take It Your Here To Relax As Well..?”