Chapter 2944: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Thirteenth Echo: Colors It Had Not Conceived

The two beings watched, their senses filled with a creation that was at once intimately familiar and utterly new.

The light being perceived colors it had not conceived, hues born from the world’s own dreaming.

The sound being heard harmonies that arose not from its own will, but from the silent resonance of the crystalline flowers that now dotted the landscape.

They were no longer authors, but an audience, the first audience to a story that was telling itself.