Chapter 3553: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Twenty-Second Echo: The Dream of Small Things

The universe dreamed. Not of gods, or monsters, or of grand cosmic battles, but of small, simple things.

It dreamed of the feeling of rain on stone, of the taste of salt on the wind, of the sound of a single leaf falling in a silent forest.

And in these small, simple dreams, the universe began to understand itself, not as a collection of grand, abstract laws, but as a living, breathing thing, full of beauty, and wonder, and a quiet, unshakeable sense of peace.