Chapter 3240: The Two Thousand Five Hundred and Ninth Echo: The First Word of a New Language

The three voices—the mote of dust, the thread of light, and the witness of the void—did not speak. Instead, they acted.

Together, they reached into the silence and drew out a single, perfect sound—a note that was also a color, a feeling that was also a form.

It was the first word of a new language, the first note of a new song, and the first step on a journey they would take together.