The three elder dwellers approached the fourth, their song a soft hum of welcome and of love.
They carried with them a single, perfect fruit, glowing with the light of the first dawn, a gift from the first sapling, their first child.
They offered it to the fourth dweller, a silent gesture of welcome, a promise of shared sustenance, a story of their world in a single, perfect sphere.
The fourth dweller accepted the fruit, and in that simple act, the circle of giving was complete, and the world was filled with a new and deeper love.