Chapter 3674: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Forty-Third Echo: A Fact Without a Story

Lyra, her face a mask of resolute grief, stood before the council of elders.

Her voice, once the lead in the grand chorus of creation, was now a solitary instrument playing a somber, cautionary tune.

’They offer you a world of facts,’ she pleaded, her eyes sweeping over the silent, troubled faces before her, ’but I ask you, what is a fact without a story to give it meaning? It is a stone, cold and lifeless, a world without a song.’

Her words hung in the air, a tapestry of memory and warning, a desperate plea for a world she felt slipping through her fingers.