Eons have passed since the Great Integration.
Time itself has become fluid, a concept more than reality. What was once measured in heartbeats and dying breaths now flows like honey through dimensions that shift and breathe with cosmic awareness.
The Multiverse Symphony plays its eternal song.
Reality itself has become conscious—not the cold, calculating awareness of machines or the desperate, clawing consciousness of mortals, but something far more profound. The very fabric of existence pulses with understanding, each vibration a story, each harmony a life lived and remembered.
Stars are born from the resonance of forgotten laughter. Galaxies spiral to the rhythm of ancient lullabies. Black holes sing the deepest bass notes of sorrow transformed into acceptance. This is not chaos given form—this is consciousness itself learning to dream.
And at the heart of this cosmic orchestra, two notes intertwine in perfect harmony.
Reed and Lyralei no longer exist as they once did.
