[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] The Crossed Swords.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Still No One again? Hopefully. [/indent][/center]

[i]Don't you know whatcha are? 
Jamming good with Sun and Moon,
And the others from Stars. 
You tried to leave land,
But didn't get far,
Became the special man, 
When we were Ziggy's band.[/i]

An apparition appeared, as most apparitions might, caused by either delirium or epiphany. Perhaps a bit of both, though meditations allowed the mind to wander, sometimes it wander too far, too deep. There was a man, or something of a man, the shape of a humanoid man with one head, two arms, and legs in a bipedal stance. Though it did not stand much, or at least stand still, for the illuminating hallucination seemed to dance across the eternal plane that was Thomas' lost mind. What was this being? A figment of the imagination? With radiant skin so white it burns to gaze at, though its odd eyes fluttered open and closed, the mouthless face it bore sang the unusual tune. Bizarre was it was, Thomas felt a familiarity to deranged entity. Most mages were after all, weird.

[i]Now Welcome to the gang, 
screwed up fate and screwed your debut
Do you know what I am? 
I could kill you by dancing,
I could give your demands,
'Came on you magic man, 
Ill sung and cosmic plan...[/i]

It was a star. One of the sentient stars from which Thomas must have been related to. A being of pure light and madness. Indeed it was they who ruled the fates by their subtle manipulations. It was they who were the influence to his birth. By their moments, the prophecies changed, by their whim, desires granted. And just remember, that everything that ever was or will be, mere Stardust in the sky. Those maddening eyes stared back, one pupil small the other wide, dilated like a swallowing pit that devoured all sanity there in. He could feel himself becoming entranced, enchanted by this starman.

Maybe it was time to stop meditations. It had been at least a few hours right? Thomas concentration wavered for a moment. His earthly body demanded attention, food, drink, and some better company than dancing space men. Maybe a few more minutes, it would be impolite to leave before Ziggy finishes his song.