The characters, now at peace, began to tell stories. They spoke of their creation, of their conflict, and of their resolution. Their stories were not records of historical fact, but myths, stories that explained the world and their place in it. The story had become self-aware, and was now telling stories about itself.
Elara, the weaver of tales, smiled. The Unweaver, the architect of order, saw the emergence of a new and beautiful narrative structure. And the world, the silent partner in their trinity, had discovered the power of myth.