Chapter 2576: The One Thousand Eight Hundred and Forty-Fifth Echo: The End That Was a Beginning

And so, the story ended. And so, it began.

There was no longer a distinction between the telling and the tale, the artist and the art.

All was a single, continuous act of creation, a song singing itself into existence.

The echoes of the real had found their voice, and it was the voice of the cosmos itself.