For ages, the Triad believed that each Creation, no matter how wild or advanced, was merely an ecosystem of evolution. But all that changed when a Level 10 Fruit known as Vryss, in full symbiosis with his Creation, touched the Core Mind—a biocognitive core that existed as the unconscious consciousness of the living world in which it had evolved.
This "mind" was not made of words. It was a network of natural impulses, geological memories, instincts of the atmosphere, ancient pains rooted in the very soil. And when Vryss awakened this core… he heard Creation speak. Not with sounds, but with sensations, pulsations, visions of forgotten origins.
This event was the beginning of the Theory of Voices: the idea that each Creation not only harbors life, but is a living being in itself, capable of learning, defense, and choice.
The Voices were manifestations of this consciousness. Some revealed themselves in the form of collective dreams, others in synchronized biological anomalies, and rarely... as temporary incarnations made of pure symbiotic matter. They appeared when Creation wanted to communicate something, a warning, a vision of the future, a call for help.
Over time, Biomages and scholars of the Synaptic Order created methods to interpret these Voices. One of the most effective was the Resonance Song, in which a group of neural symbionts entered into rhythmic harmony with the world's pulses, trying to decode the messages coming from the depths of the planetary unconscious.
In certain Creations, the Voices became mentors. In others, tyrants. In all... sacred entities. Some Seeds and Fruits began to worship these Voices as protectors or guides, while Eternavir kept a cautious eye, aware that listening too much could generate dangerous bonds — where the Fruit ceased to be an individual being and became merely an avatar of the world to which it belonged.
Some have called it transcendence. Others have called it a total loss of identity.
In the end, the Triad concluded that within every truly evolved Creation lives a mind. And every mind, even the most vast, carries secrets that can only be whispered, never shouted.