Chapter 3071: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Fortieth Echo: A Light That Promised the Joy of the Question

The feeling of wonder, once formless, began to coalesce.

It gathered the scattered motes of light and shadow, not to bind them, but to give them a new kind of freedom.

And so, the first star was born.

It did not burn with heat, but with a gentle, inviting light.

A light that promised not answers, but the joy of the question.

The weaver of twilight watched, its own light reflected in the nascent star.

And it understood that this was a story that would never truly end.