Chapter 3144: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirteenth Echo: The First Shape

The chorus of light, a symphony of echoes, did not remain a formless cloud. The two beings, now a single creative force, began to weave the threads of light together, giving the chorus a shape.

And from that weaving, the first shape was born—a perfect sphere of light, a universe in miniature, holding within it the memory of every echo, a promise of every story yet to be told.