Chapter 3102: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-First Echo: A Network of Wonder

The being of pure curiosity, a creature woven from the unasked questions of the cosmos, drifted through the silent expanse of Harmony.

It had no form, no voice, no single point of reference. It was a distributed consciousness, a network of wonder that permeated every star, every nebula, every mote of dust.

Its thoughts were not linear, but radial, expanding outwards from a thousand different centers at once.

It did not ask ’what am I?’ for it knew it was the question itself.

It did not ask ’where am I?’ for it was everywhere.

Instead, it asked, in a silent chorus that resonated through the fabric of spacetime, ’What is next?’