A breathtakingly handsome young man draped in a pure white robe that seemed to emit its own light, sat on a fleeting cloud with his feet dangling. His long, luscious mane of turquoise hair rippled to the cool winds that blew.
His expression was calm and serene, as though there was not a thing in the world that could trouble him. His perfectly chiseled face was bathing in the warmth of the sun, his long eyelashes casting a shadow over his sharp cheekbones.
A pair of golden wings protruded elegantly from his back, their feathers neither absorbing the sun's light nor reflecting it, but they glittered, as though they themselves were akin to a star.
[...]
He then lowered his gaze to the earth below, and everything was tiny before his eyes, even the mountain summits. See, what he sat on was no ordinary cloud.
"Things have gotten quite eventful on the lower Floors."
"...All that commotion for mere Homunculi?"
