Chapter 2996: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Sixty-Fifth Echo: A Heartbeat Waiting to Be Born

The bridge of awe was not a path from one place to another.

It was a lens, a way of seeing, and through it, the three beings perceived for the first time not the world as it was, but the world as it could be.

A landscape of pure potential, previously hidden, now shimmered at the edges of their perception.

Mountains of unspoken thought and rivers of silent song.

And in the heart of it all, a single, silent pulse.

The heartbeat of a new inhabitant, waiting to be born.