The world of Beauty and Meaning, now whole and complete, became a garden. Not a garden in the traditional sense, with neat rows of flowers and carefully pruned trees, but a garden of the mind, a living ecosystem of ideas and creations. The artists and critics, now one and the same, tended this garden with love and care. They planted new ideas like seeds, and watched them grow into complex and beautiful new forms. They weeded out old, outdated concepts, not with violence, but with gentle and persuasive arguments. They watered the garden with their shared passion for knowledge and beauty, and the garden flourished. It was a place of peace, of harmony, of endless creative and intellectual discovery. But even in the most perfect garden, a wild seed will sometimes find its way in. A new question, a new challenge, a new and unexpected form of beauty was already beginning to sprout in a quiet corner of the garden, a question that would, in time, lead them out of their perfect world and into a new and even greater adventure. The Age of Purpose was over, but the story of the universe was just beginning.