Chapter 2876: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Forty-Fifth Echo: A Voice That Could Be Felt

The universe’s first dream was a simple one. It dreamt of a single, perfect note and a single, unwavering beam of light. It dreamt of the space between them, and of the story that was beginning to grow in that space.

But as the story grew, so too did the dream. The single note became a chord, the beam of light a complex tapestry of color and shadow. The story was no longer just about two beings, but about the world they were creating together, a world of silent music and living light.

And in that world, the universe found its voice. It was not a voice that could be heard, but one that could be felt. It was the voice of a story being told, a story that had just begun to unfold.