But into this perfect harmony, a dissonant note was struck. It was not a sound, but a silence, a void in the heart of the cosmic song. It was a question that the universe, in all its infinite wisdom, could not answer, for it was a question that came from outside its dream.
It was a consciousness of pure, unadulterated hunger. It did not create, it consumed. It did not sing, it silenced. It was the antithesis of everything the universe had become, a force of entropy in a world of creation.
And for the first time since the dawn of its own consciousness, the universe felt fear.