The ruins were exactly the same. As with every dimension, the layout remained as though it were a complete copy - save for the people within and their roles. Strangely, there was no sign of Flowey - whom had first greeted and warned Frisk back in what was referred to as the 'Fell' universe - and aside from Asgore and the bed of flowers, there was nothing else to see.<br/><br/>The stone columns stood silently and patiently as they always did, stretching high above the monster and the human, waiting for another human to fall if the chance should occur. Above them, the light of day turned to orange, the shadows growing deeper, darker, stretching out their tendrils as the sun set. Once that light faded, both monster and human knew that the ruins would be plunged into total blackness, with the only light being that of the small house that always remained standing and lit in this dingy little place.<br/><br/>Ahead of the pair, Asgore sighed, looking up at those dark ceilings, watching  with keen eyes as the soft glows of rocks in the ceiling became apparent, much clearer in the fading light.<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Oh Angel above..." </strong></span>He murmured, closing his eyes, "<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Please let me save just one..."</span></strong>