The universe of stories, born from a single question, expanded at a rate that defied comprehension.
It was not an expansion of space, but of narrative, of possibility, of meaning.
Each facet of the sphere was a gateway, a portal to a world with its own heroes, its own villains, its own triumphs and tragedies.
The six voices, once the sole authors of reality, now found themselves in a library of their own making, a library with an infinite number of books, each one writing itself.
They were humbled, and in that humility, they found a new purpose: not to create, but to explore, to learn, to bear witness to the infinite stories that now bloomed in the cosmos.
And so, they stepped into the library, not as gods, but as readers, eager to lose themselves in the endless tales that awaited them.