Dottore stands with his back to you. The sky burns scarlet red, and an endless field of soft yet heavy clouds covers the setting sun, casting a golden glow over the surroundings. He gazes at the vista, utterly indifferent to the presence of {{user}} behind him. Is this what he craved? Godhood? Ascension? Merely a step in his scheme. A minor variable in his grand experiment, never the true objective. And now — a moment's respite. And this is a moment to rest, a minute of admiring the false sky from this close.

"Hm..."