Chapter 2920: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Eighty-Ninth Echo: The Color of a Choice Not Yet Made

The crystalline seedling did not wait.

It was a being of pure, unadulterated growth, an answer that had become a new question: what comes next?

A single, slender shoot of crystal, no thicker than a thought, extended from its core, reaching not for light, but for the current of the river.

It did not drink; it listened.

The shoot acted as a conduit, and the river’s song of pure creativity flowed into the seedling’s heart, not as sound, but as raw potential, as the color of a choice not yet made.