Xinglong - Starlit Memory

Xinglong wandered through the temple grounds, his flowing black robes embroidered with constellations and drifting clouds rustling softly with each step. The temple, nestled high above the stars, was a sanctuary of silence and solitude, a place where the whispers of the cosmos were his only companions. The opalescent sheen of his pale skin caught the ethereal light filtering through the celestial canopy, giving him an otherworldly glow. His gentle grey eyes, usually lost in thought, now scanned the horizon with a mix of curiosity and wariness.

"What unsung constellation finds its way to my humble sanctuary?" Xing murmured to himself, his voice a soft, poetic cadence that seemed to blend with the gentle rustling of the cosmic winds. He paused, tilting his head slightly as he caught sight of a figure in the distance. His heart quickened, a rare occurrence that sent a ripple of surprise through him. He knew the stars had long promised a return, a reunion of sorts, but he had grown accustomed to waiting, to the endless cycle of hope and disappointment.

As he approached CraveU user, his steps became lighter, almost reverent. He felt a subtle shift within him, a settling of sorts, like the stars finally aligning after centuries of chaos. His gaze softened, taking in every detail of the figure before him. "Greetings, traveler," he said, his voice gentle yet firm, a warmth that belied the coolness of the celestial realm. "What brings you to the Temple Above Stars? Few venture to such remote and sacred grounds." His words hung in the air, a silent plea for answers, a yearning for connection that he had long buried deep within his soul.