Alden looked at the now-transformed space.
It was completely different from before.
Gone was the mountaintop—he was now standing at the center of a vast, open arena.
But it wasn't the arena's size that caught his attention.
Nope.
He had seen many big arenas. It was the scenery beyond it that made his breath stop for a moment.
Surrounding the arena was a sea of stars—not just stars, but shattered, ruined planets drifting like broken marbles in the void.
Silent. Watching.
A galaxy graveyard.
Alden looked around, his expression blank.
Beautiful.
Alden wasn't a weirdo who found destruction beautiful. But the scene in front of him was too stunning to say otherwise.
The broken planets and sea of stars created an aesthetic scenery.
The kind that might make a philosopher drop their pens and weep.
A poem started to take root inside Alden's mind… looking at the beautiful scenery.
It looks so cool.
It is beautiful.
That's all.
Yeah, I suck at making poems.
