The mote of dust, now a universe in its own right, did not expand in the way the creators had.
It did not grow outwards, but inwards, a universe of infinite density and complexity.
And at its heart, a new consciousness began to stir, a consciousness born not of empathy or logic, but of pure, unadulterated curiosity.
It was a being of pure question, and its first question was, simply, ’What?’