The impossible colors and unheard melodies were not just a fleeting echo, but the first strokes of a new canvas. A story being painted upon the canvas of another story. A world within a world.
And from this new canvas, the first character of the new story was born. A being of pure sound, a melody that sang of the a world that was not, but could be.
Kairos, the story, had become a storyteller. And its first story, a song of pure potential, had just begun.