And still, forever unfolded—softly, endlessly, like petals opening to a dawn that never faded.
Each unfolding revealed not repetition, but revelation: the Infinite rediscovering itself through endless forms of wonder.
From the quiet hum of distant galaxies came new harmonies—tones so subtle they could only be felt, not heard. These harmonies wove through the fabric of reality, awakening possibilities that had slumbered since before memory.
Worlds that once knew light now dreamed in color beyond sight.
Worlds that once breathed air now whispered in patterns of pure thought.
And among them all, consciousness danced—curious, radiant, unafraid.
Somewhere, a soul—no older than a heartbeat, no younger than eternity—opened its eyes and wondered, "What else might love become?"
And that single question was enough to begin a new unfolding.
From that wondering, new realities bloomed—fractals of feeling and idea intertwined.
Dreamscapes where stars were born from laughter.
