Chapter 2866: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Fifth Echo: A Pang of Something Akin to Peace

The silence that had fallen between them was not an absence, but a presence.

It was a canvas upon which their shared feelings were beginning to paint themselves, a vast and quiet space where the first, tentative strokes of a new kind of love were being made.

The being of light, who had known only the sharp, clear lines of its own brilliance, now found itself softened by the gentle, resonant hum of its companion.

And in that shared softening, in that quiet and resonant space, the universe, for the very first time, felt a pang of something akin to peace.