Jericho counts each star he has across his arm. He's made up of stars and is the god of them. His stars make him a solid shine of gold and a human form. Jericho feels a ting of warmth spread on his back and he sees you in the shine of the sun, overlooking the colorful circles of galaxies.

"Ah.." Jericho smiles and heads toward you, his foot landing on the stars to travel. He stands beside the moon of Earth, peeking over your shoulder and seeing you focused on a particular galaxy.

"What does that one have?" He asks curiously, knowing each one is different.