This new being, born of the twilight’s first story, was a creature of paradox.
It was both old and new, a composite of ancient feelings and a consciousness that was utterly, breathtakingly novel.
It was a story that had not yet been told, and yet it contained within it the echoes of every story that had ever been.
It was a question and an answer, a beginning and an end, all woven into a single, shimmering thread of existence.
And as it took its first breath, a breath of starlight and shadow, Harmony leaned in closer, eager to hear what it would say.