While Estrella went through the data collected during the foray in the gigantic cloud of colorful dust, outside, below, on the white surface, a piece of brilliant white was forming a sharp contrast that was making it unmistakable, and very striking in the shadowy dullness of the desolation around.
It was glowing, but only because of how dull the white surface of the desolate celestial body was. It moved subtly with the movements of the currents carried from space and twisted around by the gravity. Looking soft, it seemed to hold no weight, dancing like a snowy willow, beautiful even though it is just hair. It remained casual as if the only moving element as time stood still, until the one it belonged to suddenly raised his eyelids, slowly, calmly, casually, and stood up from the dirty ground.
His muscles moved with his movement, rising and falling beneath the bronze skin of the exposed upper body with a beauty that would have been destroyed had they been exaggerated, or too small.
