Chapter 3567: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Thirty-Sixth Echo: A Chorus of Whispers

The heretic’s silence was a seed, and in the fertile ground of the Questioners’ doubt, it began to grow.

It was a silence that spoke louder than any of the Stone-Speakers’ sermons, a silence that created a space for new stories to be told.

And in that space, the universe began to write itself anew, not with a single, authoritative voice, but with a chorus of whispers, questions, and heresies.