Chapter 3220: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Eighty-Ninth Echo: The First Stroke of a New Story

The new universe was a canvas, and upon it, the first stroke of a story was about to be painted.

It was not a story told in words, for there were none.

It was not a story told in light, for the concept of shadow had not yet been born.

It was a story told in pure potential, a symphony of what could be, waiting for a conductor.