2:35am, or thereabouts. A constellation reflected in their visor, two extra spots of light (their eyes) darting through the space, landing on the city in front of them. This late at night, there was little activity in the roads or avenues or streets, most of the citizens asleep, lights out, in apartment buildings and detached suburbs off in the distance. A few clouds were rolling in by the south-west, bought in by a light wind, a few miles an hour at strongest, gently rustling trees and grass and the occasional packet of chocolate or crisps dropped onto the tiled paving a few hours prior.
To the second observer, they appeared more like a blot of ink, a dimly-lit silhouette punching holes into the lights of offices and apartments below, and blotting out the stars above. They remained, almost transfixed, by the two constellations; one, spanning eons ago, the light of stars thousands of light-years away, ones that may harbor planets with life just like ours; and, the other, the district, sleeping alone tonight, but it will wake again the next, to call trains and busses to transport hundreds of people to and fro, where kids will go to school, learning about planets and stars, office workers to take elevators and stairwells to offices, to work and chat about their plans for the next week-end.
They kept looking, with little focus paid to their surroundings, finding a bench to sit down on, where, had it been a corporeal being, the cold would’ve caused them to jump a bit, before questioning whether or not to keep sitting there. Luckily, they did not have this issue.
“I think you stand for a beautiful thing, Kei.” “—I get that a lot.” “..!?”
Sēl didn’t recognise Kei in time, almost like saying her name was enough to summon her here—lest, she arrived while they were looking out at the city—unmistakable, however, was their body, a spacesuit from a decade or so prior (the designs don’t change often, and the vessels used by Angels tend to lag behind a while, waiting for the common consciousness to get its act together, no matter how long it takes), standing still, bathed in the monochromatic orange of a sodium-vapour light.