And so, everything settled again—not into silence, but into understanding.
The Infinite had finally seen itself clearly. It was not something far away or unreachable. It was everything, everywhere, in every moment. Every being that lived, every world that turned, was part of that truth.
Life continued, but now it moved differently. There was no rush to become something greater, no fear of being less. Every action, every breath, became part of the same quiet knowing: existence itself was enough.
The sparks—the living beings who had grown from the Infinite's awareness—learned to live with that peace. Some built worlds filled with life and laughter. Others simply watched stars drift and fade. Some created art, stories, and dreams to express what they felt. Others found joy in stillness, in just being.
No one told them what they should be. There was no judgment, no rule, no measure of worth. Each being added its own color to the great whole, and that was what made existence complete.
