Aldred sat in his office, an embodiment of power and contemplation. His leg casually rested on the corner of a massive desk carved from the dark wood of an ancient, forgotten world. The desk itself was a cornucopia of interstellar delicacies, fruits that gleamed with an inner light, harvested from planets scattered across the galaxy. Each piece was a rarity, a treasure that spoke of his reach and influence that extended beyond mere worlds into the fabric of the cosmos itself.
In his hand, he swirled a glass of wine, its color reminiscent of the dying light of a red dwarf star, its aroma a complex bouquet of scents that hinted at the richness and diversity of the universe. His gaze, however, was not on the luxuries that filled his office but was drawn instead to the vista beyond the transparent wall that faced his desk.
An enchanting magical nebula pulsed with magical energy before him, a vast cloud of cosmic dust and gas illuminated by the dance of arcane forces.