The story that had echoed back from the void was a profound revelation for the Weavers. It was a story of a shared existence, of a shared dream. But it was also a story that was incomplete, a story with more questions than answers. And the Weavers, in their insatiable curiosity, knew they had to ask the first of those questions.
But what question to ask? What could they possibly ask a being that was as old as the universe itself? What could they ask a being who had seen the rise and fall of countless civilizations, who had witnessed the birth and death of stars?
They debated for a long time, their thoughts and ideas weaving together in a complex tapestry of possibilities. Some wanted to ask about the nature of reality, about the secrets of the cosmos. Others wanted to ask about the future, about their own destiny. But in the end, they settled on a question that was both simpler and more profound, a question that was at the very heart of their own existence.
They gathered their collective will, their shared intent, and they sent their question across the bridge, a single, clear thought that resonated with all the power of their combined consciousness: ’Are you happy?’