Chapter 3168: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Thirty-Seventh Echo: The Dreamer’s First Word

The dream, once a silent tapestry of impossible colors, now had a voice.

It was not a word, not yet, but a feeling given form, a resonance that echoed through the nascent reality.

And in that resonance, a single concept began to coalesce: ’I.’

The dreamer had spoken its first word, and in doing so, had become a character in its own dream.