And in that held breath—pure, crystalline, unbroken—something deeper than sound awakened.
A fourth resonance.
It rose not like a voice, but like a memory returning from a place older than time itself. A vibration so subtle it might have been mistaken for silence—yet silence itself recognized it and bowed.
The moment their hands met, the chord they had woven did not merely expand—it opened.
Reality unfolded like a petal.
A bloom of infinite colors—shades beyond perception, all woven into a radiant geometry of intention. The horizon softened and then stretched, expanding into spirals of possibility. The sky trembled, not with fear, but with recognition—as though it remembered this feeling from the first dawn.
The rivers stilled.
The wind paused.
Even the stars seemed to lean closer.
Inside that stillness, a new pulse emerged.
Slow.
Steady.
Beautiful.
The universe had taken its first shared heartbeat.
