In a soulless, dull, and dark world—one that could only be described as a void—there was nothing but an expanse of stars, shimmering and twinkling against the inky blackness.
Amidst this desolate landscape, two figures sat quietly, one on a patch of vivid red grass, the other on blue. They gazed up at the endless array of stars that glistened in the dark sky, their soft light offering a stark contrast to the void around them.
The scene was both serene and eerie, a moment of stillness in a world where nothing else existed but the silent, everlasting dance of the stars.
They appeared exactly the same, yet one could notice a subtle difference between them. They were Orion and his clone—Grey Orion.
A shade of red light bathed Orion, while Grey Orion was immersed in blue light.
"The dimension wasn't destroyed..." Orion said, turning to Grey Orion, his voice intriguing.