Prism, in his lavishly decorated mansion, reclined comfortably beside the roaring fireplace, his attention fixed upon the cover of the book in his hand. With the pages flickering softly in the flickering flames, he cast a contented glance toward the large, open window, beyond which the moon shone brightly upon the snow-covered ground.

"Oh, what a delightful evening," he remarked

"Certainly much more enjoyable than yesterday's dreary weather. And it would seem the moon has blessed us with another beautiful night."

He let out a pleasant sigh and ran a hand through his perfectly coiffed hair.

"I believe I shall take a stroll tomorrow, when the weather is just right."