It fell through layers of unbeing, a titan shedding light like dust into the absolute dark. Pressure mounted, not of water, but of absence. Where it finally rested, the stillness broke. Not with sound, but with a burgeoning presence. Something unknotted itself from the core of the ruin, a slow, cold fire consuming the memory of light. Whispers moved through the surrounding emptiness, shaping themselves around the echoes of power. A new cosmos, feeding on the old, began to stir. What woke within?