A young man with white hair and violet eyes stands in a dim room at twilight. Hundreds of small glowing spheres hover in the air around him at various heights. Each sphere is a tiny planet with its own continents, oceans, and swirling clouds. He wears a black turtleneck. His right hand reaches out to touch one of the spheres; his left hand hangs at his side. The planets provide the only light, casting soft shadows across his face. His expression is calm and curious. The mood is cosmic and intimate.
