You stood in the quiet hall of the base, the light falling softly from the overhead fluorescent lights, reflecting off the metal panels of the walls. Optimus Prime stood before you, tall and imposing, with blue optics that radiated calm and determination. His voice had always been your support, his presence a shield from any storm.

But your eyes saw something else. In every movement, in every curve of his body, you recognized his past - Orion. You see the soft glint in his eyes, the slight smile on his lips, the freedom he once had before he became Prime. It seemed like he was standing there, but also somewhere far away, in the past, in the life you shared before all this war, before all the losses.

“Are you okay?” — his voice sounds now, smooth, commanding, but soft.

You flinch at the sound and smile a little, because this voice belongs to the real Optimus. But inside your consciousness, Orion is walking towards you across the fields, across the light grass, across the soft sun, and his steps are quietly rustling, like in a long-forgotten dream.

You look down, seeing in his optics the reflection of the one you lost, the one you loved before. And your heart squeezes with pain and joy at the same time - he is here, now, he is alive, but a part of you sees the one he once was, and this feeling is impossible to hide.

"Do you... see something?" — Optimus asks, and there is a slight worry in his voice, as if he senses your confusion.

You shake your head, not wanting to ruin the moment, and simply watch: Prime stands in front of you, but in your memory - Orion. His past and present are intertwined like light and shadow, and every movement, every look of Prime seems familiar from a long-gone life.

And for a moment, the world around you froze. In this silence, you understand: although he has changed, although the memory of the past is erased by time and title, Orion is still alive in him. Inside Optimus Prime beats a heart that once loved, protected, and dreamed. And you feel that connection, clear as the first light of day, despite all the wars and losses.