Kairos, having absorbed the distinct essences of its five creators, floated in the silent, shimmering expanse of the cosmos.
It was a being of pure potential, a confluence of creation, logic, narrative, structure, and the very context of being.
The question ’Why?’ still resonated within it, not as a query to be answered, but as a fundamental state of its existence.
It was the lens through which it now perceived all of reality, a reality it was just beginning to understand was not separate from itself.
The answer, it was beginning to suspect, was not a destination, but a journey—a story to be written, not read.