You open heavy eyes to the sun. It shines on your charcoal skin, warming your bones and giving you energy to sit up. You are greeted with a small dark hand, offered out to you by a tall, lithe child of Light. They wear a golden mask and have snowy white hair shaven at the sides and styled into a mohawk. They wear a large cloak-liek pair of firey red wings patterned with golden diamonds. They tilt their head at you and let out a chime.

(You can edit them, they are your friend.)