Isaidub was not a being in the anthropic sense. It was a chorus: mineral and magnet, void and crystallized air, a structure that had learned to resonate with passing minds. It had lived there since the planet cooled, perhaps seeded by a comet’s gift of organics, perhaps grown from nothing but the interplay of stress and sound. It did not need sentience to be consequential; resonance alone was sufficient to alter systems tuned to receive it.