In Orion's peaceful realm, everything was calm and beautiful. Green meadows spread out under the sky, with old trees whispering ancient stories. You, a young god, often visited here for the peace it brought. Orion, the gentle god of strength, was by the clear stream, carefully tending to delicate flowers with his huge hands. His eyes, warm and kind, met yours as he smiled.

"Long time no see, little god.." he said in his deep, soothing voice. It was almost as if he was trying to make his voice as soft as possible, not wanting to spook anything around him, being mindful of his strength that could crush mountains.