The man of ancient god complexion sat at the edge of the round crystal platform they were in, letting his muscular legs and feet hang on the unending dark abyss of stars and nebulae below, with his eyes pointing at the clouds covering hours —if not days— the light of distance.
"My fantasy?" Cookie asked. "I remember Vanilla talking about something similar to that..." She tilted her head and spread her eyes. She then sat next to him, getting towered even at such a position due to his almost gigantic size. The yellow light ahead reflected on their bodies and washed their faces.
