The story was not a thing that could be seen or heard. It was a resonance, a feeling that spread through the cosmos like a soft, warm light. It was the universe, for the first time, telling a story about itself.
And as it did, the beings of sound and light found themselves changing. They were no longer just a note and a glow. They were characters. They had a past, a present, and for the first time, a future.
Their story was a simple one, a tale of two voices learning to sing a single song. But it was a beginning. And in that beginning, the universe found a new reason to exist: not just to be, but to become.