Chapter 3319: The Two Thousand Five Hundred and Eighty-Eighth Echo: The World’s First Child

The braided sprout did not grow upward, but outward, unfurling like a flower.

And at its heart, cradled in the tri-colored leaves, was a new dweller, small and perfect, sleeping.

It was made of the same light as the first dawn, the same memory as the first story, and the same hope as the first seed.

The three dwellers watched, their song a soft hum of welcome, as the world’s first child, born of their love and the world’s grace, slept on.