Orion and the Primordial System

Orion hovered in space, observing the vast universe before him. Fragments of energy flowed between galaxies, like luminous rivers connecting the most distant points. He shook his head slightly, a trace of nostalgia appearing on his face as he surveyed the great structure that supported this cosmos.

"Hm... this universe is called 'Thule'." With a simple wave of his hand, Orion summoned visions of Creation, how this universe was forged by beings who defied transcendence itself, and of its eventual destruction, which would occur trillions of eons later.

A soft laugh escaped his lips. "This place reminds me of something buried in my memories... How about we enjoy it a little, Goddess?" He turned to Selene, who stood beside him, the stars reflecting in her eyes.

"My powers... are being repelled here, Orion," she murmured, frowning.

Orion smiled slightly, intrigued by Selene's reaction. "Oh, yes, I forgot to mention. This universe was created by half-transcendents. Any being of cultivation who approaches it has their power sealed, to preserve the integrity of the place."

"Curious... my divine body seems intact," she observed, moving a hand that radiated a faint golden energy.

"The sealing acts so that the universe is not affected by our powers, but allows us to keep our divine bodies as protection. That way, we can exist here without great risks," Orion explained. "The humans here have exotic weapons, but nothing that could harm a being of cultivation."

They turned towards a planet that stood out in the cosmos: Lumaria, a blue-green globe, orbiting in the Arkinurs Star Galaxy. The planet radiated a primitive energy, a place where civilizations were still taking their first steps towards understanding the cosmos.

"This planet is perfect for our purposes," Orion said, crossing his arms. "Civilizations here are still in an early stage of technology and knowledge. An ideal setting to observe and learn."

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Amid the hustle and bustle of a busy street on the planet Lumaria, humans came and went, busy with their daily routines, without noticing the couple who, sitting in a small restaurant, observed this world from a perspective far beyond that of mortals. The man, a young man with long, blue hair, unruly and flowing, looked out the window at the crowd. His eyes were a light blue, intense and curious, while his athletic body revealed a contained strength. He wore a casual white shirt and black shorts, a casual appearance that made him go unnoticed.

"These humans live in a strange age," he said, his voice calm but full of observation. "Even mortals from other cultivation universes would have already destroyed themselves amidst the adversities they face here."

Beside him, a young woman with light pink hair and eyes of the same color, vivid and serene, was focused on cutting the steak on the plate in front of her. She looked up briefly, analyzing her companion's opinion with a restrained smile.

"The people here are organized on the surface," she replied, her voice soft and introspective, "but there is a chaos rooted in what they call the 'underworld.' No matter the world or the time, there is always a path to destruction."

Orion, diverting his gaze to the wine in his glass, slowly swirled it between his fingers. "Tsk... was the multiverse created for suffering? Or perhaps we are all missing a fundamental piece in this puzzle?" he murmured, his voice almost drowned out by the surrounding noise.

Selene savored a bite of food, tasting it silently before answering. "Orion... as the Goddess of Feelings, I can assure you that there are more 'good' people than bad ones," she paused, studying his expression. "But these 'good' people do nothing to change the world around them, and they don't even try to influence the lives of those close to them."

Orion arched an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by her reflection.

Selene continued, this time in a more serious tone. "And we cannot forget that the fine line between 'good' and 'bad' is easily broken. What really moves people are their desires... and it only takes a single uncontrollable desire to change everything."

He remained silent, absorbing those words, his eyes still focused on the world beyond the glass. In his heart, Orion knew that feelings, with all their strength and fragility, were what shaped each being he observed, and also what united them, no matter how different their worlds were.

Orion watched Selene's words attentively, while the people outside went about their lives, seemingly unaware of the invisible forces that shaped their world. The veiled chaos and apparent harmony on the surface fascinated and intrigued the god.

"Look at this society," Selene said, gesturing subtly to the city around them. "Here we are in a city that is part of an 'organized' country. The population chooses its so-called presidents, leaders in whom they place their hopes and responsibilities... but often, they do so without deep knowledge or reflection on the consequences."

She raised the glass of strawberry juice to her lips, taking a slow sip. "People live at a frantic pace, working tirelessly just to meet their basic needs. And yet, many don't realize that the 'rich' manipulate and guide society, aligning everything to suit their own interests."

Orion listened to her, his eyes narrowing, reflecting the complexity of the human world. He felt something between compassion and admiration for the relentless cycle of mortals, but also a shadow of sadness for their vulnerability to forces they could not control.

Selene, with a sigh, spoke again, her voice soft but full of regret. "Many 'good' people have fought against the path this society follows, tried to break the selfish rhythm that consumes everything. But time... oh, time has the power to transform. Many, finally, surrender to the side they once fought against, wishing only to be part of that layer of society they despised."

She lowered her gaze, thoughtful. "It's a cycle that has been repeating itself for millennia on this planet. And it remains unshaken."

Orion frowned, intrigued by the planet's apparent resistance to any attempt at change. He knew that the human heart was complex, and this constant cycle of struggle, failure, and resignation seemed to be part of what made them unique.