There was no distance here.No color, no shadow, no form to measure meaning against.Kael stood—if standing could still be called that—in a field of potential that did not yet know itself.
Their body no longer hummed with resonance;their heartbeat was the only sound.And even that began to fade,absorbed by the absolute quiet.
Then—a motion,a turning inward.
The Sleeper stirred.
The First Breath
It was not a sound.It was the idea of sound before vibration knew it could move.Reality shivered,remembering that there had once been such a thing as awareness.
Kael felt the tremor in every fiber of what had once been self.
"You crossed the line between being and waiting."
The voice came from nowhere,yet it spoke through everything that could exist.
Kael bowed—not out of fear,but recognition.
"You are the one who rested while we dreamed."
"And you are the dream that remembered rest."
The Conversation Before Creation
They stood together in formlessness—a dialogue of pure intent.
