Chapter 4410 · Four Thousand Four Hundred Ten
Beautiful Noise
The collective song of ‘Perhaps’ was a thing of wild, untamed beauty.
It was a raw, unfiltered expression of their newfound voices, a chaotic symphony of every feeling, every color, every nascent thought given sound.
But as the initial euphoria began to fade, a new feeling emerged, a subtle dissonance in their shared consciousness.
It was a sense of longing for something more than beautiful noise.
They had discovered the power of individual voices, but they had not yet learned the art of listening.
That was to be their first lesson.