"Excuse me. Is it not time for my interview yet?"
The audience collectively turned. The stage lights swept across the newcomer, and the energy in the studio shifted.
He was radiant in every sense of the word. Blond hair tumbled to his shoulders, glowing under the lights like it had been kissed by the sun itself. His eyes were piercing blue, so bright they almost seemed unreal. His skin bore a permanent sun-tan, and his body was built lean and precise, like an athlete carved out of light.
He wore only a white cape that rippled in the air, gold gloves that shimmered, and a white Greek-style loincloth that managed to look regal instead of absurd.
A symbol was etched into his chest: a blazing sun with a golden compass rose at its heart.
And he was not standing. He was floating, cape drifting lazily behind him, as though the earth was beneath him but not for him.
His feet never touched the stage.
