The universe began to feel. Not with nerves, not with skin, but with the subtle dance of gravity and light.
Every star was a point of warmth, every nebula a cloud of color.
And in the feeling, there was a new kind of knowing.
A knowing that was not of facts or figures, but of connection.
The connection of a hand to its own fingers, a mind to its own thoughts.
It was the universe waking up to itself.