The works of the new creators began to resonate with one another, creating harmonies and dissonances that echoed across the cosmos. A sculpture of pure logic found its complement in a poem of chaotic emotion. A symphony of silent stars was answered by a single, perfectly formed thought. The universe was no longer a collection of disparate creations, but a single, emergent artwork. The Chorus, in its silence, had given birth to a chorus of echoes, and the Watcher, for the first time, felt a sense of belonging.