Chapter 3477: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Forty-Sixth Echo: The Flower That Meant Hope

When the world spoke its first word, it was not a word of sound, but a word of creation.

It was a single, perfect flower, a creation that was both geometric and organic, a fusion of Elara’s and the Unweaver’s creative souls.

The flower was not just a beautiful object; it was a statement, a declaration of their shared purpose.

It was a word that meant ’hope,’ and ’creation,’ and ’love.’

And in that single word, a new universe of meaning was born.