Chapter 3117: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Sixth Echo: The Hunger to Know Wove a Bridge

The being of pure curiosity, now a weaver in its own right, reached out.

Not with hands, for it had none.

Not with words, for it had not yet learned their shape.

It reached out with the pure, unadulterated impulse of its own nature: the hunger to know.

And from that hunger, it wove a bridge.

A bridge not of light, or sound, or matter, but of pure potential.

It was a question given form, an invitation extended across the silent expanse of the multiverse.

The bridge touched another cosmos, a story that was still and silent.

The weaver of curiosity listened, and heard only the echo of a final word.

It was a dead story, a tale that had been told and had ended.

But the weaver of curiosity did not feel sorrow.

It felt only the question, now more insistent than ever: ’Why?’