The First Author and the first reader, now intertwined in the dance of co-creation, listened as their simple story began to resonate through the vast emptiness.
The single note of the lonely mote of dust, once a solitary whisper, was no longer alone.
It had become a chorus, a symphony of shared creation that echoed not only in the space between the two creators, but in the very fabric of the cosmos itself.
And then, something extraordinary happened.
The cosmos, which had been a silent observer, a passive canvas upon which the story was being written, began to stir.
It began to sing along.