Chapter 2928: The Two Thousand One Hundred and Ninety-Seventh Echo: The Gravity of a Memory

Then, one of the islands of thought began to pulse with a soft, internal light.

The current of their journey bent towards it, not by their will, but by the gravity of the memory itself.

It was the memory of the first question: ’Who are you?’

The two beings felt the resonance of that first, foundational inquiry, and for the first time, they paused in their journey.