Chapter 3487: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty-Sixth Echo: The Rain of Pure Feeling

The first rain was not water, but a shower of pure emotion. It fell from a sky that was not cloudy, but clear, each drop a feeling of joy, of sorrow, of hope, of fear. The rain washed over the new world, cleansing it not of dirt, but of doubt, and in its wake, the world was left renewed, its colors more vibrant, its song more clear.