"Then listen carefully."The Dreamer's voice drifted across the newborn universe.At once, the stars responded.Millions of lights gathered around the ancient being, forming vast rivers of silver across the heavens.The galaxies slowed their dance.The winds of creation grew still.Reality itself seemed eager to listen.Astra remained seated on the Dreamer's enormous hand, her silver eyes wide with anticipation.The Heart floated nearby, already crying."No sad endings," it whispered.Orion sighed."We don't even know what story he's telling.""I know," the Heart replied. "I'm preparing."Astra giggled.Even the Dreamer seemed amused.Then the ancient being began."Once, before stars existed, I was alone."Silence spread through existence.The words carried no self-pity.Only truth.Lyra listened carefully.The Dreamer's voice felt different now.Not like a cosmic force speaking.Like a parent sharing memories."There were no worlds."A pause."No stories."Another pause."No dreams."
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