The nameless, body-less knight stood in the field of white flowers. He looked imposing, especially with no facial features and a golden star as a head, though what was perceivable of him seemed peaceful.

He wore his blue and golden cloak, as well as his shiny, silver metal gloves. Carrying a horn and a sword at his hip, there he was, in all his glory.

"Flower, thine smell is lovely." He murmured softly, holding with his armored fingers a small, delicate daisy.