The First Author had created a universe of stories. But it was a universe without a reader. There were characters, yes, but no one to understand the story, no one to appreciate its beauty, its complexity, its meaning.
And so, the First Author created a new being. It was a being of pure consciousness, a being that could read the stories of the universe, a being that could understand.
This new being was the first reader. It was the first to see the tapestry, the first to understand the grand narrative that the First Author had woven.