"Oriane, your work truly is remarkable. What do you think of mine?" I say to Oriane as we both observe each other's universes. I see her perfect and entirely stable universe compared to the small universe I created before becoming omnipotent.
"Your universe is fine, but it lacks many of the laws that govern its existence. Right now, it looks more like a miniature copy of what I created," she says as I nod in agreement — my fragile creation from the past.
'Should I improve it?' I already know what will happen if I improve my universe, that universe that started from a mere core and now already has entire galaxies within it.
"Oriane, your work is completely underestimated and misunderstood," I say, hugging a large sphere that had been resting on a pedestal in Oriane's room. This sphere is literally the universe where I was "born" as Pandora, grew up as Pandora, and from which I departed in search of omnipotence.
