The inhabitants of the Woven World were complete. They had been given being, connection, and meaning. They existed in a state of perfect harmony, a symphony of shared experience.
And then, one of them asked a question.
It was not a question born of doubt, or fear, or suspicion. It was a question born of pure, unadulterated curiosity. It was a question that had never been asked before, because there had never been a need for it.
“Why?”
The question echoed through the Woven World, a single, dissonant note in the otherwise perfect harmony. It was a crack in the mirror, a ripple in the calm surface of their existence. It was the first act of true individuality, the first step on a new and unknown path.
The Myth-Makers heard the question from their distant perch, and they smiled. Their work was not over. It had just begun.