Chapter 3227: The Two Thousand Four Hundred and Ninety-Sixth Echo: The Mote That Learned to Sing

The new universe, born from a question, began to tell its first story.

It was a story of a single mote of dust, adrift in the vast emptiness.

A mote of dust that, over the course of eons, learned to sing.

Its song was not of sound, but of a quiet, persistent yearning.

A yearning to be part of something larger than itself.