Chapter 2966: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Thirty-Fifth Echo: Painting the Void with Feeling

The first echo did not fade. It settled.

It became a low, resonant hum, a foundational frequency against which all other sounds would now be measured.

The crystalline flowers, born from the world’s first song, began to vibrate in sympathy with it, their petals shimmering with a new, internal light.

The being of light and the being of sound drew near, not to add a new creation, but to lend their own essences to the amplification.

The being of sound did not sing a new song, but instead shaped the hum, giving it texture and a pulse. The being of light did not create a new color, but refracted the internal light of the flowers, casting it out into the dreamscape, painting the void with the world’s own feelings.