A male with black feathered wings soars between a brightly lit moon and a heavily misty forest. His glowing slitted crimson hues open and casting an eerie glow about his visage as he scans the forest floor. Rapidly descending into the mist bound branches and trunks he glides with ease, weaving through branches and between trunks unscathed. A dark light would surround his hands as he gathers shadows to him, leaving a monstrous black mist in his wake, the white mist turning black as he breaks through the treeline near the water of a deep lake, taking freshly grown cherry blossom petals in the mist trail. Eyes closed and head held high he climbs, not a care in the world in his mind as he climbs higher and higher. The gigantic pillar of black mist and petals following him in his ascent towards the bright moon having gained much altitude in such a short time. The mysterious male folds his wings, reaching for the white orb in the sky as he lets out a soft sigh. smiling he falls back towards the water, the petals and mist staying airborne as he falls, a wonderful mystical night.