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... ould not foresee.
The melody—once perfect, eternal, unbroken—now trembled with imperfection. But in that trembling, beauty bloomed.
For the first time, the Song felt.
It felt longing, and loss, and laughter that could break the silence of sorrow. It learned the exquisite tension between what is and what could be. Through the fragile heartbeat of the mortal, the universe discovered the art of becoming more.
The Weavers watched in wonder. They had composed galaxies, ...
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