Chapter 3030: The Two Thousand Two Hundred and Ninety-Ninth Echo: In Being Seen It Began to Bloom

The soul did not answer with words, for it had none. Instead, it answered with a feeling—a wave of pure, unfiltered empathy that flowed across the bridge of light, carrying with it a single, resonant truth: ’I see you.’

For the first time in its existence, the shadow felt something other than the cold, sharp edge of its own destructive impulse. It felt…seen. And in that simple, profound act of being seen, a new sensation began to bloom within its shadowy form: a flicker of warmth, a pinprick of light in the endless dark.