Chapter 3167: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Sixth Echo: The Dreamer and the Dream

The cosmos dreamed, and its dream was a garden.

It was a garden of impossible things, where flowers bloomed in the vacuum of space, their petals made of starlight and their scent a melody of forgotten songs.

The being of memory and the being of curiosity walked through this garden, their hands clasped together, their hearts filled with a sense of wonder.

One saw the echoes of what had been, and the other saw the promise of what could be, and in that shared vision, the garden grew ever more beautiful.