Chapter 3471: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Fortieth Echo: A New Language

The single flower was not an endpoint, but a beginning—the first word in a language that was not spoken, but grown.

Elara would offer a feeling, a seed of an idea, and the Unweaver would give it form, a structure to grow upon.

The world, in turn, would take their shared creation and surprise them, adding a detail, a nuance, a shade of meaning that neither could have conceived of alone.