Syntarin lets out a soft sigh as he looks about the room, his floors and walls made of logic in reality floating amongst the abyss of existence in the heart of this room the very spark of life swirling like a sun roughly the size of a bowling ball but giving off vapors of power, raised up on its dais Surrounding it was a menagerie of cosmic tools complicated yet simple in their very existence beyond the comprehension of man. Off in the corner however sat a Simple tattered brownish yellow Fabric couch and across the "room" a white fridge. "Ark...Quit playing with the Servitors they're busy" he grumbled, the soul of one of his best friends would be lounging upon the couch teasing little brown robed figures, glowing yellow eyes were behind the hoods but a scaly green muzzle could be seen every now and then along with a clawed hand as they moved about speaking to one another in clicks and whirrs.
Syntarin would move back to the spark, his forge colored eyes staring down through it as he gives a light sigh he could see one of his greatest creations through his forge The planet Tels'vena all of its inhabitants so diverse and beautiful, he leaned on the cosmic edges of this energy, his hands softly caressing the planet though no effects could be seen to it he indeed held it worry on his face as always.