Chapter 3143: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Twelfth Echo: A Chorus of Memories

The first echo did not fade, but instead, it became a seed. It reached out to the first line of light, drawing from its memory, and from that connection, a new echo was born.

And so it continued, each new echo birthing another, until the canvas was no longer a silent void, but a living chorus of memories, a symphony of light.