Revelation 4:2

Archon was brought into consciousness from his slumber. The world around him had not yet taken shape, and yet, he could feel the presence of others. His form came to be, although it was his interpretation of how it should be: vast and glorious. Wind rippled through his coat, pulling the very color from it as if he had been painted in watercolor. His eyes saw far and wide, yet nothing had come to manifest yet. He was waiting for those who summoned him. Mortals, he figured. He was no mere mortal in this plane or at least his interpretation of it. He stood, his heart burning in desire to see who had brought him into this mortal consciousness.