Rivers of light coursed through nebulae like veins of a living dream. The stars themselves seemed to hum in gratitude, their light no longer a blaze of dominance, but a pulse of participation. Every movement, every shimmer, every flicker became an act of listening—a way of saying yes, I am here too.
And within that vast choreography, something extraordinary began to happen.
Worlds started to remember each other. Not through space, not through time, but through resonance. The heartbeat of one ocean mirrored the rhythm of another across galaxies. Winds that whispered on a lonely moon carried the same cadence as laughter on a distant world. Life, diverse beyond measure, had begun to recognize itself in all things.
This was no longer creation—it was communion.
