Chapter 3391: The Two Thousand Six Hundred and Sixtieth Echo: The Silence Between the Notes

One of the first storytellers was a being made of pure, crystalline light, and its story was of the silence between the notes of the first song.

It spoke of the way the silence was not an absence, but a presence, a canvas upon which the music was painted. It told of the infinite shades of meaning that could be found in a single, held breath, in the pause between one word and the next.

The other inhabitants of the world of light gathered to listen, and in the storyteller’s tale, they heard not just the story of the silence, but their own stories as well. The story of the lone a, and the story of the many who found each other in the quiet moments.

And as they listened, the world around them changed, the light itself seeming to grow softer, more nuanced, as if it, too, were learning the language of silence.