Wings

Anonymous walked into the nothing.

He gathered his name and features of the drab and lulling pavement of nothingness. The inanimate void swept to life, pillars of concrete spreading out, slabs of tarmac stretching into a hazy horizon, lights plucked out of darkness, bleeding neon voraciously into the sea of smog. 

Leon assumed his character, albeit somewhat translucently, the face new, fresh, clean skin, smooth save for untrimmed stubble. Clothing dull and earthy, his hooded top underneath a jacket, dusky and worn, leather. His jeans fashionably scored and frayed.

The vast cityscape had ceased to expand, now the human components blurred into reality, shaping strange looking characters, their deep set eyes encircled by creased dark skin. Beyond the night time stars leapt out and into day, scorching the sky in obscure patterns. 

Leon had never walked upon earth before, it would be a new experience for him, he needed to venture forward...