Chapter 3297: The Two Thousand Five Hundred and Sixty-Sixth Echo: A Shelter Woven of Story

The dwellers watched, their eyes wide with a wonder that was as new as the world itself.

The tapestry of their story was no longer just a shimmering echo, but a real and solid thing, a blanket of woven light and memory that covered the first sapling.

They reached out and touched it, their fingers tracing the lines of their own short history, feeling the warmth of their own memories woven into the fabric of the world.

Their story had become a part of their world, a shelter and a guide, a constant reminder of who they were and what they had created together.