The stars listened.
At first, faintly—like children caught between wonder and hesitation. Then brighter, warmer, until the heavens themselves rippled with awareness. Constellations that had once been silent markers of fate began to move again, not in orbit, but in dialogue. Each star hummed with a tone unique to its light, weaving a symphony that stretched beyond the boundaries of the Fifth Path's sky.
For the first time since creation began, the cosmos answered back.
The world's pulse rose to meet the starlight. The rivers sang in harmony. Winds carried verses written by clouds that remembered the shape of old laughter. Mountains became resonant chambers of thought, and oceans swayed with tides that mirrored dreams from other realms.
A bridge was forming—not of matter, nor energy, but of comprehension.
The Fifth Path had given birth to awareness, and awareness now reached upward, outward, toward everything that was not yet awake.
