His passage was silent, as if he were a wraith, one from legends long forgotten. Only a slight breeze as he passed revealing his passage beneath the seemingly starlit ceiling. He often came here to watch the overhead lights, something drawing him to them as if they were old friends calling out to him.

He settled on a secluded ledge as was his custom when he came here to watch the lights overhead, he felt peace settle over him like a blanket as his gaze was drawn from the warmth of lights overhead.

Memories often came to him when he sat here, and though his memories were painful, they were some of the only things that remained to him, days long past that had made him into the creature the world saw him today. He shuddered at some of the memories, and felt his heart shatter at others, the lights overhead, the only witness to the emotions that played behind his blood painted eyes.

He did not know how much time he spent here, he didn't care to keep track of it, but when he finally surfaced, it often felt like hours had passed, yet he always felt more peaceful when he left than when he had first came here. It was a rejuvenating feeling and one he loved every time.