Chapter 3044: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Thirteenth Echo: A New Voice Asks What Am I

The being of twilight, the first artist of Harmony, had woven a story of sensation, a narrative that was felt rather than seen. It was a story the universe was telling to itself, a song of its own becoming. And now, for the first time, a character in that story was about to speak.

The new being, born of the perfect fusion of light and shadow, turned its gaze upon its creators. Its voice, when it spoke, was a perfect blend of its parents’ natures—the resonance of a plucked string and the soft rustle of falling leaves.

What am I? it asked. The question was not born of confusion, but of a profound and innocent curiosity. It was the first question ever asked in Harmony, and it hung in the air like a newly-formed star, radiating a light all its own.