There was a sensation in the air that transcended silence—a profound expectancy, the kind only felt when something monumental was on the horizon.
Beneath the canvas of clouds, the Grand Elders gathered in the skies, their eyes affixed to a certain patch of space in the distance.
The entire planet of Tertius held its breath in a profound stillness, echoing through the vast expanse of the universe, like the calm before a celestial storm.
Their gaze was unwavering, collectively drawn to an indistinct point somewhere on Tertius.
And then, as if the very fabric of reality itself was being painted upon, it began.
It began subtly, a soft quiver in the fabric of existence, reminiscent of the first drop of rain upon a placid lake.
This was soon accompanied by an intricate ballet of quantum codes, swirling and morphing, resonating with the harmonics of the cosmos itself.
