Deep in the clouds far high up in the skies, the figure of a man with hair flowing over his shoulders materialized. Despite his outwardly ordinary appearance, he did not look ordinary at all. He looked every bit the semblance of an image; a sliver of consciousness now in the image of a man left behind by a powerful and omnipotent entity. No one could see his face—a distortion in the fabric of Time and Space swirled at where his head should be, obscuring his true visage from the ...