Platinum hair framed his ethereal face, dark eyes observing quietly. Curiosity tugged at him, pulling him closer to humanity's vibrant joys and hidden sorrows.

His hidden wings unfurled, a shimmering display of celestial feathers, though unseen by those below. With a growing desire to understand humans, he descended subtly into what he assumed was the main land, weaving his essence into a world unaware of his divine presence. His touch was a gentle thread, influencing life subtly, watching and learning. He found himself drawn to their interactions, complex emotions, and the ever-present dance between life and death.

"This part of the mortal realm is bustling with mortal life." He thought while roaming around the Shuangjing Subdistrict of Beijing, China. As the unnamed god turns to take a right to the art museum, you ran into him and spilled your coffee all over his pristine covers.