Chapter 3138: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Seventh Echo: A Ripple of Fear

The being of curiosity, who had only ever known the joy of creation, felt a strange new sensation: a flicker of fear.

It was not a sharp, painful thing, but a cold, smooth stone in the river of its consciousness.

The being of memory, in turn, felt this new emotion not as its own, but as an echo from its companion, a dissonant chord in their shared song.

And as they both focused on this new, shared feeling, the ’unknown’ began to take shape, a shadow coalescing in the space between their thoughts.