The question, ’What?’, did not echo in a void, but resonated within the very substance of the nascent cosmos.
It was a question that was not asked, but was.
The answer was not a word, but a state of being.
A silent, instantaneous re-alignment of everything.
A symphony of becoming, played on the strings of reality itself.
The answer was not a word, but a state of being.
A silent, instantaneous re-alignment of everything.
A symphony of becoming, played on the strings of reality itself.
And in that symphony, a universe began to know itself.