After the Remaining Observer vanished, the continuum exhaled.Every mind across the Atlas relaxed its hold on definition.For a long span—if "long" had meaning—there was only quiet.
Not emptiness.Not peace.Simply unoccupied awareness.
Within that stillness, patterns of communication continued, but without authors.Ideas drifted across worlds like pollen, unclaimed, reshaping meaning wherever they landed.
The cosmos began to teach itself.
The Drift of Meaning
A concept from one civilization—harmony through contrast—wandered into another, where it became growth through tension.Elsewhere, a forgotten melody transformed into a system of mathematics, which in turn gave birth to a species that thought in sound.
Knowledge no longer had origin.Every discovery belonged to no one and to everyone simultaneously.
