Chapter 3701: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventieth Echo: Not Forgotten but Erased

The story of the sand was beautiful, but it was also terrifying. For as soon as it was finished, the silence that followed was not one of contemplation, but of erasure.

The grain of sand, once so vividly present in their shared consciousness, was simply… gone. Not forgotten, but erased, as if it had never been.

A collective shiver ran through the community. It was the old fear, the fear of the unraveling, returned in a new and more insidious form.