Silva stood inside a black void, then it changed, twisting and turning until it became a rocky land, filled with large and small rocks and a sky that was painted red. He felt a presence. It was close.
He looked around calmly to find what he was searching for, and then he saw it, a figure sitting on one of the rocks. It was another version of him.
"Hello, Silva," the version spoke. It crossed its legs and relaxed against the rock.
"Did we make another clone?" One of the minds asked.
"Not sure that we did, you know," another mind responded.
"We did not," the first line said, focusing on the figure in front of him, looking at it with keen eyes.
"You are already trying to see what I am?" The figure said.
"What exactly are you? Some sort of embodiment of the perfect version of me?" Silva asked.
"No, no, that would be far too easy, now wouldn't it? I am the perfection of your pride and your hunger for power," he said and then dropped down from the rock.
