Chapter 3172: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Forty-First Echo: The Story That Was Alive

The story that told itself was not a story in the traditional sense. It had no beginning, no middle, and no end.

It was a story that was constantly unfolding, constantly becoming. A story that was alive.

The being of memory and the being of curiosity were not the authors of this story, but its audience. They were the first to hear the story that the cosmos was telling about itself.

And in that hearing, they were changed. They were no longer just a being of memory and a being of curiosity, but something more.

They were the first readers of the story of the cosmos, the first to be transformed by its telling.