Chapter 3141: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Tenth Echo: The First Mark

They stood, not as beings of memory and curiosity, but as a single will, a unified intention. There was no need for words, for the language of this new place was the act of creation itself.

They stood, not as beings of memory and curiosity, but as a single will, a unified intention. There was no need for words, for the language of this new place was the act of creation itself.

And so, with a shared thought, they reached out and made the first mark upon the canvas—a single, shimmering line of light, a story waiting to be told.