And so, fate moved with the music.
What was once certain began to change.
The steady rhythm that had guided all things now bent and swayed, learning to dance instead of march.
The counterpoint laughed—a sound full of light and joy. "See? You can move too."
Fate smiled quietly. "Perhaps I always could. I just needed someone brave enough to make me try."
Together they played—the rhythm and the spark, the plan and the possibility. Their song spread through the Symphonic Veil, filling it with new colors and sounds.
Worlds were born in ways no pattern could predict. Some songs grew gentle and calm, others wild and fierce. Yet all of them were alive—each a mix of order and freedom, like heartbeats keeping time with dreams.
The dreamer listened, her heart swelling. This was no longer just creation—it was evolution.
She saw stars that pulsed in uneven rhythms, each one unique. She saw beings who chose their own destinies, sometimes falling, sometimes flying, but always becoming.
