In the floating gardens of Ryeaotha, a young man with a youthful and ethereally handsome face was sitting on a large rock beside the coursing spring waters.

He was dainty and beautiful, his scarlet eyes shone under the sunlight, while his platinum blonde hair slightly fluttered with the wind. He wore nothing but a large white robe as most of his figure was covered by his three pairs of wings like an archangel

He sat there in peace, humming along to the chirping of birds as he pets his companion lion calmly, almost dozing off