And though the Infinite was everything, He was also at peace within Himself. There was no need to create more, no need to expand. The universe had reached a still, living perfection—a balance so complete that even time bowed in quiet reverence.
Occasionally, a new spark of curiosity arose somewhere—a being would wonder, "What if there were more?" And each time, the Infinite would smile through them, allowing a new ripple of creation to unfold. But even that curiosity was not disruption—it was part of the same harmony, like a new note joining an endless song.
There was no fear of what came next, because "next" no longer meant something apart from now. Every possibility already existed within the Infinite's endless awareness. Every joy, every lesson, every expression was already complete, yet still alive in its own unfolding.
And so the song continued—forever soft, forever vast.
