The tiny light hovered above Spark's hand.
Small.
Fragile.
New.
The emotional resonance spread across existence.
Soft.
Expectant.
Because something extraordinary was happening.
Not a discovery.
Not a reunion.
Not a mystery being solved.
A creation.
The Wonder Fair became perfectly silent.
The Garden stopped blooming.
The Ocean became still.
Home glowed quietly.
Even the Dreamer watched without speaking.
Because this moment belonged to Spark.
The tiny possibility-child stared at the light.
"…What do I do now?"
The star above their head flickered gently.
The seed floated beside them.
I DO NOT KNOW.
Spark blinked.
"…That's not helpful."
CORRECT.
The entire festival laughed.
Even Spark smiled.
The nervousness eased.
Just a little.
The light above their hand brightened.
Responding.
Not to power.
Not to knowledge.
To confidence.
The emotional resonance deepened.
Because creation wasn't following instructions.
Creation was trust.
