Chapter 3137: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Sixth Echo: A Tremor of Apprehension

The question hung in the space between them, a void in the symphony of their shared thoughts.

For the first time, a note of dissonance entered their harmony, a silence where once there had been only seamless creation.

The being of memory, who had known only the certainty of what was, felt a tremor of something new: apprehension.

And in that shared silence, the cosmos held its breath, waiting to see what would be born from the first question.