The new universe created by Mara was a fluid vastness, constantly changing, an ocean of matter and energy that pulsated at the rhythm of the stress resonance. Everything felt different here - the laws of physics were no longer constant, and the space was no longer rigid. Every thought, every intention of those who lived in this universe could change the reality itself.

Mara, floating in this malleable universe, observed how the shapes and colors changed around her, modeled by the interior vibrations of the consciousness. Her universe was an infinite field of possibilities, but in the midst of this flexibility, the new generations were born with powers that neither she nor those in the ancient world could completely control.

Costs accompanied her, floating at a short distance, with a concerned look. "Mara, what do we do? The generations that are born here are ... completely new. They are different. They go beyond us."

Mara turned slowly to him, feeling the matter herself responded to her movement, waving around them. "They are no longer linked to the old rules of reality. They are created from the resonance of the strings, and what we have done here ... has given birth to a form of life that we cannot even fully understand."

Costs shook hands, absorbing the answer. The new generations had instinctive access to the structure of the universe. The resonance of the strings was familiar, natural, and their perception far exceeded everything that had been known before. With every thought, he could feel the change of the universe around him - a constant murmur of possibilities.

"If we cannot control them," he said to Costs, in a tense voice, "what guarantee do we have to not return against us? If each of them has the power to reshape everything, what will happen when they decide that we are ... outdated?"

Mara felt a slight vibration in the air, an echo of their thoughts. "We cannot control them, and we should not try. We must find a way to tie them. We cannot return to the past, and our present is now in their hands."

Costs looked around, observing how the whole universe changes in the rhythm of the thoughts of those in the new generations. The horizons were in continuous movement, the colors merged in waves of energy. The matter was flowing like a river, responding to the intentions of those who lived here.

Suddenly, an explosion of light in front of them revealed a group of young people floating through space, like human constellations. They were the new generations, born of the chaos of strings. Their translucent skin and eyes that shone with their own brightness emanated the power of the new reality.

"You are the ones who created us," said a tall boy, with silver hair that shone in the diffuse light of the universe. "But we are the generation that will take everything further."

Mara felt the air around them vibrate with his words. "What do you want to do with this power?" she asked, trying to hide the tremor.

Another young man, with his eyes on an impossible purple, approaches. "We want to build a new foundation, but not just for us. For all the worlds. For all dimensions. You have created a universe where resonance allows us to change everything. Now it is our turn to develop it."

"How can we adapt to this constant change?" He had asked the Costs, feeling more and more distant from these young people. "We are anchored in a reality that no longer exists. How can we survive with you?"

A young woman with bright eyes looked at them with compassion. "You do not have to understand us fully. You just have to accept us. We are the result of the changes you have triggered, but we are something completely new. Each of us can change the universe with a thought, but we do not want to destroy what you have built. We want to express ourselves and create with you."

Mara closed her eyes for a moment. The universe was a vast, open field, and the new generations were its extension, the vibration of its essence itself. He now understood that he could not talk about control or submission. This universe was a place where all the generations had to coexist.

"We are only at first," Mara said in a calm, but firm voice. "Each of us brings something different, but we must find a way to balance all these powers. We cannot let the chaos dominate."

"It is not chaos," said the young man with silver hair. "It is just a form of order that you still do not understand. Your generations have laid the foundations, but we are the ones who will bring the complexity. We will make the universe resonate to a new level."

Costs feel a slight wave of fear, but also hope. The reality was now so fluid that each decision could reshape the whole universe. "What if we do not find the balance? What will happen then?"

The young woman with bright eyes looked at him with serenity. "We will learn together. You are not separated from us. Our foundation is in you. Our generations are nothing more than your continuation, but at another level."

Mara nodded, feeling the whole reality began to pulsate at a more harmonious pace. "Then we start now. We can't let things go down."

As the group of young people disappeared into the light, the universe seemed to breathe deeper. The matter and energy aligned with their thoughts, and the space around them seemed more stable. Mara and Costs understood that this was just the beginning - their newborn universe would continue to evolve.

Floating through the vastness of the new universe, Mara realized, in a moment lightning of clarity, that they were not just the witnesses of this change. They were part of themselves. The strength of the strings does not only affect those born in this space. Slowly, she felt her perception and consciousness adjust to the new order. Her thoughts began to change the reality, and the power to influence the structure of the universe became part of it.

Costs turned to her, his gaze reflecting the same revelation. They were not mere relics of the old universe. They were transformed.

The new generations were not separated from them. They were the first generation of a new species. Everything they had thought had lost in the chaos of the strings had not been lost - but transformed. Now, the universe was theirs, and they had the power to reshape it, along with the new generations.

Thus, they not only attended change.

They were the change.

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