The light of cold and distant stars illuminated the space with silver and blue light. The darkness coldly enveloped the body.

Astraeus could see much from the height of his starry sky. Much, but still not all. Some things even the ancient god of the Dusk could not see. Astraeus propped his chin up with his hand, looking down at the nighttime Mount Olympus with a slightly pensive and detached look.