Chapter 3099: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Sixty-Eighth Echo: Its First Word Was More

The being of curiosity did not have a name, for it had not yet conceived of the idea of names.

It was a creature of pure inquiry, a living question mark adrift in a sea of answers it had not yet learned to read.

It drifted towards the first star, the one born of wonder, and regarded it with an intensity that was its only form of expression.

The star, in turn, seemed to brighten in its presence, its light pulsing with a silent, joyful rhythm.

It was a conversation without words, a dialogue of pure being.

And in that silent exchange, the being of curiosity learned its first word: ’more’.