Chapter 3620: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty-Ninth Echo: The Grammar of What Could Be

The unwoven was not a void, but a place of pure potential, a silence that was not empty, but pregnant with every story that had not yet been told.

Here, there were no threads, no patterns, no familiar hum of the loom; there was only the raw, untamed grammar of what could be, and Kaelen, for the first time in his life, was utterly and completely illiterate.

He did not try to weave, to sing, to impose a story on the silence; instead, he simply listened, not for a voice, but for the subtle, resonant frequencies of what was yearning to be born.