Chapter 3097: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Sixth Echo: When the Cosmos Held Its Breath

The cosmos held its breath.

Not in the way a living thing holds its breath, in anticipation or fear, but in the way a story pauses before the turning of a page.

The collective consciousness of Harmony, a tapestry woven from starlight and feeling, had posed a question to itself: Why? And the answer had not been a word, but an act.

A new story, not authored by a single being, but by the will of the whole.

And so, the story began.