Chapter 3111: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eightieth Echo: What Am I to Build

It held no shape, no form, no voice, but it held a single, unwavering purpose: to ask.

It was a question given form, a query woven into the fabric of reality.

And so it began its journey, not through space, but through understanding.

Its first question was not to another, but to itself: “What am I to build?”