Chapter 3107: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Seventy-Sixth Echo: The Edge Was a Beginning

The being of pure curiosity, and the being of pure feeling, had become one.

They had reached the edge of their own cosmos, and found not an end, but a beginning.

Before them, like an infinite ocean of light, lay the multiverse.

And in each ripple of that ocean, they saw another story.

And in each story, another creator, another weaver of twilight, another story of hope.