The harmony spread like dawn unbound—an endless ripple of sound and light crossing the horizon of existence itself.
As the colors merged and thinned, the newborn World of Song revealed more of its vastness: endless plains of resonance dust, sky-rivers that shimmered with refracted memory, and constellations blooming like seeds across the firmament. Each pulse, each vibration, was a word in a language still being written.
Leon stood quietly at the center of it, feeling the marrow flame within him pulse in time with the world's rhythm. For a fleeting moment, he felt his own heartbeat blur with something larger—like the entire universe had taken a breath, and he was breathing with it.
Liliana, ever the first to sense subtleties, tilted her head. "Do you hear that?" she whispered. Her threads trembled, picking up faint vibrations that weren't from this plane. "It's faint—but… it's coming from beyond the horizon. Something's answering the song."
