Chapter 3305: The Two Thousand Five Hundred and Seventy-Fourth Echo: A Flower the Color of the First Dream

The morning after the rain, the world was washed clean.

And where the single spear of green had been, there was now a single point of color.

It was the color of the first dream, a soft, impossible shade that the world had never seen before.

And then, slowly, petal by petal, it began to open.

It released a fragrance that was not a scent, but a story—a story of the long, cold winter, the gentle thaw, and the life-giving rain.

And as the flower opened, the world, for the very first time, held its breath in wonder.