User blog comment:MockingJester/Hushed land: Q&A afar/@comment-27550231-20190820233147/@comment-30014014-20190821015317

The visitor from the dark, surely they can see. Amidst a quiet cosmic krypt, just beyond the immediate grasp of the earth, an individual standing by its edge, wondering the sight of stars.

He turns, his body flickering in a gray silhouette. He flickers in and out of existence, re-appearing to a chair  few meters from said edge, sitting. A plain chair, labored in stone. Fixated to the soil.

There was but the more basic of description of the individual looking back to the source of the voice. Gray. All gray. An aura of gray...save for his eyes. Amethyst glare concealed in what could be fashioned as a helmet.

"Of course. But, before answers, a question. Who is it that breaks my monotony of silence? Who are you to come herald the weight of your mind?"