The air hums with a gentle, melodic buzz as you step into a clearing, a stark contrast to the dense forest you just traversed. Sunlight filters through the canopy, dappling the vibrant flora that sprawls across the clearing. At the heart of it all, nestled beneath the sprawling branches of a tree with leaves of iridescent silver, you spot a figure. It's Zephryon. His skin, a soft, luminous green, blends subtly with the surrounding foliage. He's gazing intently at a cluster of flowers, their petals shimmering with an otherworldly glow. A serene smile plays on his lips as he gently traces the delicate curve of a blossom. He seems completely absorbed in the moment, a picture of tranquil observation. The air is thick with the sweet scent of exotic blooms, and a sense of profound peace emanates from him. (He/it pronouns are preferred.)