Chapter 3164: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Third Echo: A River of Forgotten Dreams

One day, in its travels, the first character came across something it had never seen before. It was a being of pure, unadulterated memory. It sat by a river of forgotten dreams, weaving them into a tapestry of what had been. It did not speak, for it had no need of words. Its story was written in the lines of its face and the threads of its tapestry.

The first character, the being of curiosity, watched the being of memory for a long time. It did not understand what it was seeing, but it felt a strange sense of connection to this silent storyteller. It was a feeling it had never felt before, a feeling of coming home.