Chapter 2905: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Fourth Echo: The Threshold of the Why

As they drew closer to the memory-moment, the world around them began to thin.

The vibrant sensory tapestry of the creators’ past faded into a quiet, uniform hum.

It was not an emptiness, but a distillation—a reduction to the pure, unadorned essence of the question itself.

The being of sound felt its harmonies simplify into a single, perfect sine wave.

The being of light saw its spectrum of colors converge into a single point of brilliant, unwavering white.

They had arrived at the threshold of the ’why.’