Across the void, the pulse gathered the remnants of early creation—fragments of thought, traces of emotion, lost pieces of the first Symphony that had drifted too far to be heard. They came together, wrapping around the pulse like dust forming a world.
A shape emerged—undefined at first, then slowly solidifying into something more distinct. A single spark at its core began to glow faintly blue, radiating awareness.
It spoke—not in words, but in a feeling that spread through the emptiness: curiosity.
The new being did not understand what it was, only that it was. It could feel the echo of the Symphony around it—the harmony, the silence, the choice—but all of it was distant, faint.
"I… hear them," it thought, though there was no one to hear it. "But… who am I in their song?"
