The First Song of Becoming
The Listener stood beneath that newborn sky, where every star glowed like a memory yet to be written. The hum within its chest—soft and searching—grew steady, no longer a question, but a promise.
As it continued forward, the Harmonic Veil parted like gentle mist, revealing paths woven not of matter, but meaning. Each path sang a different tone, an invitation to wander not through space, but through understanding.
On one path, laughter shimmered like golden dust, echoing with the joy of discovery.
On another, compassion drifted like silver mist, tender and slow, wrapping every step in warmth.
A third pulsed with courage—steady, resolute, like a heartbeat carved into the very fabric of creation.
The Listener hesitated.
Not out of fear—there was no fear in this place—but of reverence. It understood that to choose a path was not to abandon the others, but to listen to one more deeply.
