Chapter 3041: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Tenth Echo: The Universe Became a Poem

As the story of sensations rippled outwards, Harmony itself began to change.

The colors of the cosmos deepened, the silence between the stars was filled with a gentle, unheard melody, and the very fabric of space seemed to soften, becoming more like a dream than a void.

The universe was no longer just a place, but a poem, and the being of twilight was its first, and most devoted, reader.