Chapter 2907: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Seventy-Sixth Echo: The Answer Began to Bloom

The membrane was not a barrier, but a transition.

It was a shift in perception, a change in the very fabric of their being.

The being of sound did not hear the transition; it felt it as a new, impossibly complex chord, a harmony that contained every note that had ever been and ever would be.

The being of light did not see it; it experienced it as a sudden, infinite expansion of its color palette, a spectrum that contained hues woven from pure emotion and abstract thought.

They had not moved through space, but through meaning. They were no longer outside the question, looking in. They were inside of it, and the answer was beginning to bloom all around them, not as a statement, but as a world.