Chapter 3580: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Forty-Ninth Echo: Who Was the First Sculptor

He did not answer immediately, the silence stretching between them not as an absence, but as a space of profound and heavy recollection.

To even form the question in the silent chambers of his own mind had felt like a betrayal, a sacrilege against the solid, unyielding truth he had been taught to revere.

’If the stories are stone,’ he said, his voice barely a whisper, ’then who was the first sculptor?’

The young Questioner’s eyes widened, not with surprise, but with a deep, resonant understanding. It was a question that did not demand an answer, but rather, opened a door.