Gryson stepped back and looked around his cave. The crystal lights reflected off every surface and radiated the place. At the bottom was a lake that shown like a thousand stars. He had a vine hammock that hang between two rocks. It was beautiful but lonely, all the mirror-like surfaces only served to remind him of his ugliness. His skin was pale-white but slowly getting his color back by living in the light. He had pointed ears and a slightly crooked nose scarred from a break, and his body nothing but skin and bones. All of a sudden he heard a scream and ran out of the cave