Chapter 3070: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty-Ninth Echo: A Feeling of Pure Wonder

The story of hope, now the author, did not hesitate.

It reached into the void, not with hands, but with pure intention.

And from the threads of shared joy and sorrow, it began to weave.

The first creation was not a being, but a feeling.

A feeling of pure, unadulterated wonder.

The weaver of twilight, now a witness, felt it resonate within its own being.

Awe, not for what it had created, but for what its creation was now creating.

And in that moment, the cosmos gained a new color, a new texture, a new depth.