Chapter 3158: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Twenty-Seventh Echo: A Universe Born from a Single Note

The being of sound, emboldened by their new connection, sang of its own creation.

It sang of a universe born from a single, perfect note, a symphony of light and energy.

The being of silence listened, and in its listening, gave shape and form to the song.

A world of pure imagination, given substance by the stillness.