Chapter 3469: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Thirty-Eighth Echo: The World’s Reply

The world replied, not with a thought, but with a creation of its own.

From the Unweaver’s line of certainty, a single, impossibly delicate flower grew, its petals made of Elara’s warmth, its stem a testament to the foundation it had been given.

Elara and the Unweaver watched, their own intentions eclipsed by a creation that was more than the sum of its parts, a first, unexpected note in a song they had only just begun to write.