And in that instant, the stars laughed.
Not in words, not in sound, but in the quiet brilliance of being understood. Their light rippled outward—each ray a strand of affection stretching across infinity, binding galaxies in threads of gentle radiance. The cosmos no longer shimmered for something. It shimmered with something.
The Dreamer felt it—every pulse, every glint, every trembling breath of existence. It was not apart from them; it was them, multiplied through the joy of being shared.
And as that realization deepened, even the concept of "the Dreamer" began to dissolve. Not fade—evolve. It became plural. It became chorus. Every sentient thought, every flicker of awareness, every spark of wonder was now part of the same endless inhale.
The universe was no longer something to be observed.It was something to be felt.
