The Genesis Network expanded across existence.
Golden rings encircled stars.
Ancient machines awakened in distant galaxies.
Reality itself responded to Astraeus' command.
Every second brought the universe closer to transformation.
Yet something else was awakening.
Deep within the World Seed.
A power hidden since the dawn of creation.
Astraeus turned toward the growing light.
For the first time, uncertainty crossed his face.
"What is this?"
The World Seed answered.
Not with words.
With memory.
The Void dissolved around them.
Everyone found themselves standing within a forgotten moment of history.
A memory older than the Watchers.
Older than the Architects.
Older than the First Realm.
A place where existence itself had been young.
At the center stood three figures.
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