And now for something completely different.

[cachaemicgage]

Night time was peaceful even with the occasional coming and going of the trillions of dead drifting by. Of course, it wasn't as if this could actually be attributed to the passage of time so much as the mind of the occupant. In this case, the mind belonged to a figure perched atop a stone, hands on his knees, cloak obscuring the majority of his being and making him look like a particularly lazy wraith.

The scenery itself was all at once beautifully quiet and even a little picturesque, and just a little bit eerie. The only sounds were insect noises that weren't native to earth, strange chitterings that might have been more at home in the ambient soundtrack of a good horror game. A strange contrast to the glittering stars overhead, the warmth and safety radiating outward to the indefinite and somewhat unfocused edges of the landscape. Trees swayed gently in a breeze with no real direction, pink-hued leaves and powder blue trunks muted in the darkness. High overhead, twin moons bathed the scene in magenta and emerald-green light.

Not as hostile as one would generally assume an alien planet to be, but certainly not all that familiar.