The Guardians, once the architects of reality, now found themselves in a strange and beautiful new role: they were the first readers.
Their world was no longer a canvas for their creation, but a library of living stories, each one unfolding in its own time, in its own voice.
And in this library, they discovered a truth they had never known as creators: that the greatest stories are not written, but witnessed.
Their act of creation was not an end, but a beginning. They had not built a world, but unlocked a universe of stories.