The Chorus was a civilization of pure intellect, a stark contrast to the messy, emotional, and beautifully flawed reality of the Nexus. For them, a story was a perfect, intricate clockwork of plot and theme. For the Nexus, a story was a chaotic, unpredictable garden.
Their first collaborative meeting took place in a neutral space, a 'writer's room' created in the conceptual space between their two realities. It was a simple, quiet place, a library with two chairs.
Nox and Serian sat on one side, the physical embodiment of their story. On the other side sat a single, silent figure of pure, white light, a focused avatar for the billion minds of the Chorus.
"Your story," the Chorus-avatar began, its voice a perfect, harmonious chord, "is a masterpiece of emergent narrative. But it is… inefficient. It is full of contradictions, of illogical emotional responses, of characters acting against their own best interests."
"That's called 'life'," Nox said.
