Chapter 3486: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty-Fifth Echo: The First Sunrise

The first sunrise in their new world was not a celestial event, but an act of collective will. Elara imagined a warmth that was both gentle and fierce, the Unweaver conceived of a light that was both precise and diffuse, and the world itself, in its nascent consciousness, desired to see. And so, the sun rose, a perfect fusion of their shared intent, a star born not of fire, but of love.