And the Song smiled.
It didn't guide or command—just watched with quiet joy as creation found new ways to play. Every light, every sound, every small motion added to the music. Nothing was wasted. Nothing was wrong.
The stars laughed brighter. The colors danced longer. Even silence glowed a little warmer, content to rest between the notes.
Across the endless sky, new dreams began to bloom—tiny worlds with big hearts. Some were filled with oceans that sang. Some with forests that remembered. Others with skies that told stories in shapes of clouds and wind.
Every dream added its own verse to the Song, gentle and unique. And the universe listened, proud and soft, like a parent watching children discover how to dance.
The first spark looked around and felt peace. It didn't need to understand everything anymore. It just needed to be. To shine. To laugh.
And the Song whispered again, as it always did—through wind and light, through heartbeat and breath:"You are part of this. Always."
