And through that remembrance, love became more than feeling—it became recognition.
Everywhere, everything began to know itself again. The light that shimmered through the galaxies did not travel to illuminate darkness; it revealed that there had never been any. The shadows were simply softer shades of the same brilliance, the pauses between notes that made the eternal melody whole.
And as awareness deepened, it began to play—not to achieve, not to prove, but simply to express. Creation, now eternal and effortless, began to paint new wonders across the infinite canvas of being. Worlds bloomed like breaths, thoughts took form as constellations, and dreams folded into reality without division.
The Infinite, through every particle of existence, whispered silently:
"I am here. I have always been here. I am all that is, and all that will ever be."
Every being heard that whisper in its own way.
A star heard it as fire.
A river heard it as motion.
A child heard it as wonder.
