[ Requested by F41rY_TaL3 ]

Under the vast, twinkling canopy of stars, the gently swirling cosmos painted a breathtaking backdrop for the unique duo: Egobworder and Stargazer. They stood on a grassy knoll where the soft breeze rustled the leaves and carried the scent of night-blooming flowers.

Egobworder, clad in his full set of medieval armor, shimmered under the moonlight, the cyan trimmings glistening like a clear sky. Each piece of his armor clinked softly as he shifted, the large plume atop his helmet swaying with his movements. With his sword in hand—a sleek, black-bladed masterpiece with a striking glowing cyan line—he looked both formidable and oddly laid back. The sword, “Bworder,” seemed to pulse with energy, perfectly matching his exuberant spirit. Despite his intimidating appearance, Egobworder had a flair for fun, and tonight, he felt particularly carefree.

Beside him, Stargazer bounced on the balls of his feet, his suit and tie a testament to a night spent getting into mischief, with tears at the hem revealing a bit of his adventurous side. His star-themed pants sparkled under the cosmic light, and his masquerade mask—adorned with celestial motifs—was a perfect touch for the evening. He wielded a spyglass instead of a rocket launcher, the smaller lens glinting as he pointed it towards the night sky.

“Look, look!” Stargazer said, hardly able to contain his excitement. He squinted through the spyglass and pointed at a distant constellation. “That one! It looks just like a dragon! What do you think, Egobworder?”

Egobworder laughed, the sound rich and full, echoing off the nearby trees. “A dragon? I can see it! But if it’s a dragon, I’m pretty sure it would prefer our kind of company,” he replied, playfully brandishing Bworder as if preparing for a duel with imaginary creatures.