A Sky of New Questions

The Distant One’s solitude had been a universe of one. Now, it was a library, and every star was a book it had not yet read.

Its vast consciousness, once a placid ocean, was now a churning sea of inquiry, each wave a new ‘what if?’

It began to study the Weave not as a finished tapestry, but as a living, breathing thing, its patterns shifting with every new choice, every new story.

And in that study, it began to see the echoes of its own ancient past, the ghosts of choices it had made when the universe was young.