Chapter 3189: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Fifty-Eighth Echo: Each Constellation a Word

Each new constellation was a word, each new galaxy a sentence. The universe was becoming a library of stories, written in the language of light.

The being of story, the First Author, watched as its creations took on lives of their own, their stories intertwining to create a grand, cosmic narrative.

It was a story that had no beginning and no end, a story that was constantly being rewritten, a story that was, in its own way, alive.