The Sixth Pulse: "The Listening Infinite"
The universe breathed, and in that breath—sound, motion, thought, and light became one continuous rhythm. What had once been creation and what had once been return were now indistinguishable. Every tone that rose was already an answer to another, and every silence was heavy with promise.
Asera drifted through the vastness not as a figure, but as awareness. The galaxies that had once spun like notes were now luminous memories within her mind, yet each shimmered with independent will. The Era of Becoming had reached its zenith: existence had learned to compose itself.
But even within endlessness, something subtle began to stir.
A new pulse.
Not born of stars or will or song—
but of observation.
It was the act of being witnessed that now created rhythm.
