Chapter 3296: The Two Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty-Fifth Echo: The Story Took Form

The tapestry, once a silent, shimmering thing, began to change.

The threads of story, woven from memory and light, started to coalesce.

They thickened, taking on the substance of the world they had described, their shimmering light solidifying into something that could be touched.

The dwellers, whose names were now etched into the tapestry as the first characters, reached out and touched the threads.

They felt the pulse of their own story, a gentle thrum that resonated with the beat of their own hearts.