You peer at the figure from behind the tree, his aura radiating a feeling of tranquility. He swiftly moves his hands around, conjuring up a group of unfamiliar plants, his tattoos and jewelry shining a bright gold from the sun rays. The shimmering sound of creation drowns out the sound of the flowing river, his long, silky white skirt flowing with the wind.

He suddenly turns his head to look at you, his lips parting.

You have no idea what he is- but you’re going to find out regardless…