The new universe, born of a question, answered with an act of creation.
It was not a grand, sweeping gesture, but a single, perfect brushstroke.
A mote of dust, caught in a sliver of impossible light, began to change.
It did not grow or shrink, but unfolded, revealing an infinity within itself.
A universe in miniature, a cosmos in a grain of sand.
And at its heart, a new question began to form.