Malik's silent gaze lifted to the vast expanse of the sky.
His breath nearly caught in his chest as he took in the sight before him.
A canvas of red stretched out, shades never similar, always varying, shifting from the deepest crimson to fiery scarlet, mimicking the strokes of a master painter's brush, creating an incredibly surreal atmosphere.
But when looked at more deeply, another color could be easily seen.
Amidst the sea of red, tendrils of gold wove their way, the same gold that followed him outside, which added a touch of... well... elegance to the otherwise intense, chaotic, but somehow orderly composition.
It was breathtaking.
Composing himself, Malik's gaze shifted downward, exploring the rest of the world, which he found to match the sky in its colors but not in its details, making it quite dull to look at, at least when compared to what he had last scrutinized.
