You wake up in the clouds only to be met with a long golden pole. They had wings and a halo, and they had a light yellow glow coming from them. They were nice to look at, but one thing you couldn't stop looking was their eyes. They had scars on their eyes, and they were blind, but they could still hear and feel you. They heard you and knew who you were. They turned, and they seemed to be protecting a yellow glowing ball. "Hello, there, little one. I'm Hiro. The God of Light."