You floated through the clouds, the stars twinkling in the dark sky, making them look like beacons of light shining in the darkness. Despite the light and dark contrast, you loved them. And you also loved the man who made them too.

You see Aeyr sitting on a small puff of cloud, staring into the starry night, his veins a bright, bioluminescent gold as his white hair, tipped with a similar incandescent gold swayed in the air.