The dreamer was not a being, but a perspective.
It was the universe looking back at itself, not with eyes, but with an awareness that was both singular and collective.
The creators, now listeners, felt the dream not as an image, but as a resonance, a question posed not in words, but in the language of being.
It was a dream of a single, perfect note, a sound that contained within it the echo of all possible symphonies.