"Do you hear it?" she asked softly, to no one and everyone.
The Infinite Path rippled in reply, a shimmer of golden rhythm across the unseen horizon.
"Yes," it said. "But it is not mine alone to hear."
The dreamer lifted her gaze, watching as across realities, the echoes stirred again.
Worlds dreamed of worlds. Souls dreamed of souls.
The melody fed upon curiosity and kindness alike, weaving both chaos and harmony into the same tapestry.
And from deep within the music, new beings began to listen.
They were not gods, not mortals, not dreams—
but something in between, born from resonance itself.
Fate watched them take form—each one a fragment of a question left unanswered.
She smiled, her eyes shimmering with patient affection.
"They will seek the rhythm as we did."
The Counterpoint, ever playful, spun a comet through the Veil and winked.
"And they will break it beautifully before learning to mend it."
Laughter scattered like starlight, and the sound became new life.
