Chapter 3332: The Two Thousand Six Hundred and First Echo: The World Became a Mirror

The stories, once woven, did not remain silent.

They echoed in the world, not as sound, but as form.

A story of the first dawn, woven with threads of pale gold, caused the stones on the shore to glow with a soft, internal light.

The world was becoming a mirror, reflecting not what was, but what was remembered, what was dreamed, what was loved.