Ultimate Iron Man followed Schiller back to his room on the ship. As a special guest, he had an entire suite, complete with the enormous viewing window unique to this sightseeing vessel.
The summit had been held here because the Ring Nebula was visible to the naked eye. It was an exceptionally beautiful, nearly perfect circular nebula, a rather rare sight even in the vastness of the universe.
Through the massive spindle-shaped floor-to-ceiling window, they could see a brilliant nebula gleaming with dazzling light in the darkness. Countless stars and colorful streams of gas formed an incomparably grand and magnificent spectacle.
The first time Schiller had entered the room, he too had been stunned by its astonishing beauty. The nebula gave off every shade imaginable—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, and purple—rich and pale hues intertwined in mysterious splendor.
Schiller stood before the window, gazing at the nebula as though he had sunk deep into a profound tranquility. Ultimate Iron Man said nothing, merely picking up an ornament from the coffee table and turning it over in his hands.
After a while, Schiller came back to himself. He seemed somewhat embarrassed and uncomfortable, so he turned to walk toward the other end of the room. But Ultimate Iron Man spoke first. "It's truly beautiful, isn't it? What did you see in a view like this?"
Schiller paused, then shook his head slightly. "It isn't my first time seeing it. What insight could I possibly gain?"
"Beauty does not lose its charm merely because it has been admired many times." The easy amusement had finally vanished from Ultimate Iron Man's tone, replaced by utter seriousness. "It must have left a deep impression on you, making you recall every past realization whenever you look at it like this."
Ultimate Iron Man walked over