Chapter 4250 · Four Thousand Two Hundred Fifty
A Quiet, Profound Joy
The Distant One, in its ageless peace, felt the change in the Quintet’s song.
It was a subtle shift, a new depth of harmony that spoke not of unity sought, but of unity realized.
A warmth, faint but clear, bloomed in the vastness of its being, a resonance it had not felt in millennia.
And in response, it offered not a memory, but a feeling of its own: a quiet, profound joy.