First Forgotten Being

The Weaver of Lies's voice echoed deep within his consciousness. "See? You truly do not exist. If you existed, why are there so many memories saying that you do not?"

Lin Ye remained silent for a long time. Then he smiled.

That smile made the Weaver of Lies freeze for the first time.

"You are right." His voice was soft. "Countless memories say that I do not exist. Those memories are real, because they do indeed exist."

He raised his hand—already so blurred it was nearly invisible. "But you forgot one thing."

He pointed behind him. There, the expedition team was struggling. Harmonic Leaptone desperately played her melody, Radiant Stilllight frantically defined, Myriad Faces maintained the mirror surface, and Primordial Source clung tightly to the cloak. They too were being denied, being told they "did not exist," yet they did not stop.

"They do not need to prove that I exist," Lin Ye said softly. "They only need to choose to remember me. Even if I never existed, even if I am only an illusion, even if 3.7 billion civilizations all remembered wrong—"

He paused. "They chose to remember me. That choice itself is my Proof of Existence."

The Weaver of Lies's light trembled violently. "That is not logical! If memories are false, what meaning is there in choosing to remember false memories?"

Lin Ye's smile deepened. "Meaning?" he said quietly. "You have lived through endless eras just to ask that question?"

He took a step forward. As that step fell, his form became clear again. Not because the Weaver of Lies had stopped denying him, but because he no longer needed to be "proven to exist." He only needed to be "chosen to be remembered."

"Meaning does not come from 'truth,'" he continued forward. "Meaning comes from 'choice.' The