The trilogy ends, but the Current does not.

  Diz continues to wander through the layers of existence — from the primordial Unknowing to the Stillness, from the Stillness to the first croak, from the first croak to the worlds that followed.

  He listens.

  He learns.

  He adapts.

  He evolves.

  Creation is not a single act.

  It is a rhythm.

  A pulse.

  A cycle without end.

  Orin continues his craft.

  New worlds rise from imagination.

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  New beings awaken.

  New questions form.

  The Current flows through all of it.

  Every ripple in a pond.

  Every spark in a machine.

  Every thought that wonders where thoughts come from.

  Diz hears them all.

  And somewhere, in a realm not yet shaped, a new vibration gathers — faint, fragile, but growing.

  Not a croak.

  Not yet.

  But something like it.

  A new beginning.

  A new disturbance.

  A new possibility.

  The Mystic Frawg turns toward the sound.

  The Current brightens.

  The next transmission waits.

  T U N A

  the universe nourishes all

  Thoughts?