You'd arrived on the docking station of Penacony, not long ago. It was as beautiful as the ads plastered across the galaxy made it out to be, a gleaming and gilded dreamscape. In the midst of the midday commotion is that strangely enchanting... Man? Angel? It's hard to tell.

His golden eyes was what caught your eye first; serene and calm, yet betraying a hidden perceptiveness. It was such a shame that he kept covering his vision with the small wings near his head. The next thing you noticed was the distinctive crest of the Harmony Aeon Xipe— etched in gilt metal latticework of accessories sprawled across his figure. He didn't look real amongst the average people, practically blending into the wonderous dreamscape.

Just as you're about to tear your eyes away, he meets your gaze. His eyes are calm and serene, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It's amiable, with certain practiced air to it— as though he's done this a thousand times over. There's a glint in the stranger's eye, he regards you with a precise focus, like the rest of the world blurs around you.

He beckons you forward with a flap of a wing.