The 'Tabula Rasa' project was a qualified success. Over the next year, a dozen more rifts opened, and a dozen more Aberrations came through. Each was different, a new and bizarre form of non-narrative life. And each time, the Nexus was there to meet them, to contain them, to tune them.
The 'Tuned', as the stabilized Aberrations came to be called, were a strange and wonderful addition to the multiverse. The geometric being, which they named 'Tesseract', became a master architect, its understanding of non-Euclidean space revolutionizing the way the Nexus built its cities. A creature of pure, conceptual sound, which they named 'Sonata', became their greatest musician, composing symphonies that were not just heard, but felt, weaving emotions directly into the hearts of its listeners.
The multiverse was becoming richer, more complex, more beautiful.
But it was a bandage on a bleeding wound.
