You have been the watcher, the shepherd, the keeper, the creature. Now be the world. Life below you will split into species, radiate, and die out across deep time — ice ages, acid blooms, the Great Dimming. Raise fertile ground, tilt the sun, drop a star if you must. Every branch is written into the Tree of Life and the Chronicle of Aeons. And if you carry life far enough… something down there will notice you.