The night was cast in a blanket of darkness, the stars above shimmering like distant diamonds scattered across the velvet expanse of the sky. Atop the tallest tower of the Evadne palace, Evander Reith stood in solitary silhouette, his form outlined against the backdrop of the celestial heavens.

His gaze was fixed upon the myriad constellations that adorned the firmament, his eyes ablaze with an otherworldly intensity as he drank in the beauty of the cosmos. Each twinkling star seemed to beckon to him, a silent invitation to lose himself in the timeless dance of the universe.

The night air was cool and crisp, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine and moonflowers that bloomed in the palace gardens below. A soft breeze stirred the folds of his tattered robes, the fabric whispering against his skin like the gentle caress of a lover's touch.

As he stood there, bathed in the silver light of the moon, a sense of peace washed over him—a fleeting moment of tranquility amidst the chaos of his eternal existence. Here, amidst the solitude of the night, he was free to be nothing more than a solitary figure lost in contemplation, his thoughts a silent echo in the darkness.

For a time, he simply stood there, his mind adrift in the vast expanse of the cosmos. He marveled at the beauty of the stars, each one a tiny beacon of light in the vast sea of darkness, a reminder of the infinite possibilities that lay beyond the confines of his shadowy realm.

But even as he reveled in the majesty of the heavens, there lingered a sense of melancholy—a haunting reminder of the life he had left behind and the eternity that stretched out before him. For though he was a master of shadows and sorcery, there were moments when even he felt the weight of his immortal soul.