The Infinite Path listened, its presence a quiet pulse beneath all things. It no longer guided, commanded, or shaped—it responded, harmonizing with the crescendo of countless firsts. The song of creation was no longer orchestrated. It was improvised, infinite, alive.
Aria, Fenric, and Laxin moved among these first voices, not as masters, not as teachers, but as companions. They laughed softly at a universe learning its own heartbeat. They marveled at a star composing its first poem. They paused, reverent, at a being discovering joy for the first time.
Aria whispered, eyes alight with wonder:
"Every beginning carries all of eternity within it."
Fenric's silver flame flickered thoughtfully:
"And every heartbeat leaves an imprint on everything that follows."
Laxin grinned, sparks dancing around him:
"Heh. Then let's just make sure they know how to have fun while they're at it."
