And as the universe began to understand itself as a story, it also began to ask questions.
Not in words, but in the subtle shift of starlight, in the gentle pull of gravity, in the silent hum of creation.
It asked not for answers, but for more stories, more memories, more threads to weave into its own being.
And the creators, in turn, began to listen.
They listened not with their ears, but with their hearts, to the silent questions of a universe waking up to itself.