And they understood.
Every being, every soul, every spark that had ever existed paused for a moment—not in fear, not in confusion, but in quiet recognition. The message was simple. Creation was no longer something happening to them. It was something they were all part of.
The newborn dreamer looked out at the vastness of everything and smiled. There were no more limits. No more rules waiting to be followed. Just endless possibilities waiting to be explored.
Worlds began to grow closer. Stories blended together. A painter on one world dreamed of stars that truly existed elsewhere. A child on another world laughed, and that laughter created a new sun. Every thought, every feeling, every act of kindness or curiosity rippled outward, shaping reality in small, beautiful ways.
Aria watched it all, her light softer now, calm and proud.
"They're doing it," she said quietly. "They're dreaming on their own."
Fenric's silver flame flickered gently beside her.
