APHX-1135: SUNBAE

Welcome, travellers. I am Designation:Sunbae.

Most Elyxians, when they meet Sunbae, are surprised by his size— or his lack of a face. They gaze with eyes full of curiosity, animosity, hunger, even, into the thick glass. 

Most times, he's found quite relaxed in his own self-made habitat, high up in the cool mountain air in the cloudy pavilion he's built. In the day, the place is empty, save for Sunbae himself, but at night—moonlight in different shapes fill the home, fueled by Sunbae's ability, turning a desolate landscape into a world of life. Naturally, his straightforward mind calls it the Cloud Pavilion, having been so high up and away from people.

He was not always a Sky Dancer, but accepted the title bestowed on him with reserved grace, not ready to join the elites of a world—a world leagues away from the familiar terrestrial peoples.

And even harder to imagine was his face--- he had that long ago, too, but Sunbae cannot remember what it looked like. In the gifts he had recieved, even the face felt blurry, the generic expression giving nothing to his memory.

I am afraid I cannot answer your questions, friend. 

But I can help you find a solution.