Chapter 2941: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Tenth Echo: The World Became the Artist

The two beings were no longer stewards, but an audience.

They did not direct the symphony; they were moved by it, their own forms resonating with the self-creating harmony.

Each new phrase of the song brought with it a new act of creation—a river of liquid light carving a path through a valley of silent shadow, a mountain of obsidian rising to meet a sky of swirling color.

The world was no longer a canvas for their creation; it was the artist, and they were privileged to be a part of its gallery.