Meet VOID #337, from Aethon. #337 stands in Pastel Forest like a starless king whose surface has cracked to reveal ember-light beneath. The Celestial body is dark, round, and ancient, with orange marks drifting across it like constellations under skin. Ancient Gaze turns the face into a slow cosmic witness. It does not look at the viewer so much as through the century around them. The Void Crown rises in black spires, giving the silhouette the severity of a ruined throne. The Stellar Coat darkens the figure further, clothing the cosmos in something almost formal. #337 feels less like a character and more like an old orbit that finally chose a body.