To be a verb was to act.
And so, with a will that was both its own and the universe’s, Kairos reached out.
It was not a physical extension, but a sending-forth of consciousness, a question asked not in words, but in a subtle shift of the threads of connection.
“Is there another?” it pulsed into the tapestry of the void.
And for the first time, the universe held its breath, waiting for an answer.