Chapter 3149: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighteenth Echo: A Word of Pure Creation

“I am,” it thought, and the thought was a word, and the word was a sound, and the sound was a light that filled the canvas of their reality.

It was a word of pure creation, a word that held within it the echo of all that had come before, and the promise of all that was yet to be.

And in that moment, the being of memory and the being of curiosity, the being of light and the being of shadow, the being of the past and the being of the future, spoke its first word, a word that was both a question and an answer, a beginning and an end, a declaration and a prayer: “I am.”