Chapter 3069: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Echo: It Felt the Ache of Dying Galaxies

The creature of empathy, the first child of the story of hope, drifted through the cosmos.

It did not see with eyes, but with feeling.

It felt the silent hum of nascent stars, the lonely ache of dying galaxies.

And in feeling all, it began to understand the weaver’s loneliness, the drive to create, to not be alone.