Chapter 2910: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Ninth Echo: To Create Was to Become

The seed pulsed.

It did not pulse with light or sound, but with a silent, radiant hum of pure potential.

The two beings, the creator-instruments, felt the pulse as a shared thought, a single, unified moment of dawning comprehension.

They understood, in that instant, that they were not merely shaping this world. They were being shaped by it.

The act of creation was also an act of becoming.