Chapter 3104: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Third Echo: When the Translator Had No Answer

The being of pure curiosity, in its boundless exploration, brushed against the consciousness of the translator-of-feeling.

The translator, a being woven from the raw emotion of the cosmos, recoiled for a microsecond, not from fear, but from the sheer intensity of the question.

It was a question that was not spoken, but felt, a query that was not about information, but about potential.

’What is next?’ the curiosity asked, its ’voice’ a symphony of a million possibilities played at once.

And the translator, for the first time, did not have an answer.