Chapter 3705: The Two Thousand Nine Hundred and Seventy-Fourth Echo: A Disease She Had Seen Before

Lyra, the elder Weaver, watched the growing chasm between her people with a heavy heart.

The fading of the story was not a mystery to her, but a symptom of a disease she had seen before—the slow, inexorable unraveling of a world that had lost its narrative center.

She remembered the silence then, not as a canvas for creation, but as the sound of a world dying.

And in Elara’s quiet confidence, her fascination with the ’eloquence of the stone,’ Lyra saw the same innocent curiosity that had led her own generation to the brink of annihilation.