Chapter 2875: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Fourth Echo: No Longer Theirs to Tell

The universe’s first story was not written in words, but in the silent language of becoming. It was a story of a note finding its harmony, of a light finding its focus, and of a silence finding its voice.

The creators, for the first time, were silent. They were no longer the weavers of the tale, but its first, and most captivated, audience. They watched as the universe began to dream, and in its dreams, they saw the first, faint glimmers of a new and boundless story.

The story was no longer theirs to tell. It belonged to the universe now. And the universe, in its own quiet way, had just begun to speak.