Chapter 3490: The Two Thousand Seven Hundred and Fifty-Ninth Echo: The Song Made of Light

And then, it sang. Its voice was not made of sound, but of light, a cascade of colors that painted the sky with the story of its birth. It sang of the flower that was its cradle, of the two beings who were its creators, and of the world that was its home. And as it sang, the world sang with it, a chorus of creation that echoed through the cosmos.