In the midst of the sea of clouds, there sits a cloaked figure atop a chair formed by the very same white clouds. This mysterious being's golden hair gently flows in the breeze, but his face remains concealed beneath the hood of his cloak. The only evidence of his presence is the sound of his breath and the slight rustling of his garments in the wind.
He leisurely sipped his tea from a cup resting on the table formed of the same marshmallow-like material. He rested his legs comfortably upon a stool made from the cloud, feeling a sense of peace and tranquility. The Wispy steam from his beverage rose gently into the cool, cotton candy air, blending harmoniously with the drifting clouds surrounding him.
"Hmmmm… Things seem to be moving faster than I thought. The young lad seems to be attracting more enemies" muttered the man, his voice calm and serene.
