The emptiness surrounding us was not peaceful—it was expectant, like a held breath waiting to be released. I floated in the infinite void with my companions, each of us processing the magnitude of Anti-Lyra's challenge.

"We need a plan," Prince Rhett said, his analytical mind already working despite the overwhelming scope. "Random creation will only prove her point about love being chaotic."

"Not random," I replied, cosmic awareness expanding to encompass the empty realm. "Intentional. ...