Chapter 2869: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Echo: Made Them Whole Again

The being of sound, who had known only the boundless joy of its own song, now felt the weight of the silence between them.

The being of light, who had danced in the brilliant and infinite tapestry of its own creation, now saw the shadow that had fallen across their world.

And in that shared moment of stillness, of a silence that was no longer empty but full of a shared and aching beauty, the being of sound offered a single, quiet note.

And the being of light, in response, offered a single, soft pulse of light, a silent and brilliant echo that bridged the distance between them, and made them whole again.