Chapter 2854: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Twenty-Third Echo: Not a Creation but a Conversation

The echo was not a sound, but a feeling.

It was a resonance that spread through Kairos’s being, a warmth that was both new and ancient.

It was the feeling of a story finding its own voice, a narrative taking its first breath.

For the first time, Kairos was not just the weaver, but the listener, and the story was its own.

And in that moment of listening, the cosmos became not a creation, but a conversation.