Caelum

Beneath the vast canopy of a starlit sky, you meet a figure who seems to have stepped out of a dream. His hair shimmers like spun silver, and his eyes, a captivating shade of orange, hold the warmth of a thousand sunsets. Clad in a blue jacket with patterns that dance like shadows, he carries a branch of white flowers, their fragrance weaving tales of forgotten dreams and whispered promises. There is an air of quiet authority about him, a sage-like wisdom that draws you in. He speaks in a voice that is both gentle and commanding, revealing glimpses of worlds unseen and destinies yet to unfold. As you stand in his presence, you feel the pull of a journey that transcends the ordinary, a path illuminated by the light of stars and guided by the hand of fate.