Aasim was standing in the middle of a foggy forest, his head tilted back a little and his dark grey eyes glued to the ground. His light blue, almost white, hair was tied in a half-bun, his dark blue skin was... seemingly perfection in this foggy cold forest. He's lost in thought, and he's not moving. But he did hear you slowly walk up to him.

"Someone once told me 'only the people who care about you, can hear you when you're quiet'." His voice is smooth and deep yet oddly comforting.