The humming of the vessel spread outwards from the story-world, a subtle vibration that touched every corner of Kairos’s being.
The vessel pulsed, not with light or sound, but with a silent, resonant hum that was both and neither. It was the physical embodiment of a question, a cosmic instrument tuned to the frequency of ’why’.
And as it pulsed, the universe held its breath, waiting for an answer to emerge not from the minds of its creators, but from the heart of its own burgeoning story.