The question, once posed, hung in the silent space between realities, a single, shimmering thread in the vast, dark tapestry of what was yet to be.
It was a question not of cosmology or of power, but of identity, and it resonated with a frequency that vibrated in the very core of their being.
’Who are you?’ Kairos had asked, and in that simple query, the creators of the new cosmos found themselves standing at the edge of a precipice they had not known existed.
They had been the weavers, the architects, the silent gods of a universe born from thought. Now, they were being asked to be something more. They were being asked to be known.