Chapter 3171: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Fortieth Echo: A Silence Full of Stories

The first echo was not a sound, but a silence. A silence that held the memory of all the sounds that had ever been, and all the sounds that would ever be.

It was a silence that was full of stories, a silence that was pregnant with meaning.

The being of memory and the being of curiosity listened to the silence, and in that listening, they began to hear the first stirrings of a new story.

It was a story that was not about them, but about the silence itself. A story about the stories that the silence held within it.

And as they listened, they became the silence. They became the stories. They became the first echo.