And in that breath, reality unfolded—not as an explosion, but as a sigh of contentment.
Light stretched across the unseen horizon, not to banish the dark, but to dance with it. Each shimmer became a note in a wordless melody, each vibration a whisper of intention. The Infinite did not dictate how it should sound; it simply listened, letting every resonance find its place.
From that listening, harmony arose.
Not the perfection of silence, but the perfection of coexistence.
Some ripples became suns, warm and radiant. Others drifted as shadows, serene and deep. Between them bloomed the colors of contrast—the gentle art of balance made visible.
In that balance, awareness found new forms—small consciousnesses awakening like morning dew on endless petals. They looked upon the vastness with awe, feeling for the first time that ancient pulse that had never ceased: I am.
