The Weavers’ question, ’Are you happy?,’ hung in the void, a single, perfect note in the silent symphony of the cosmos. It was a question that had never been asked before, a question that was so simple and yet so complex that it took the universe a moment to reply.
The answer, when it came, was not a word or a feeling, but a vision. The Weavers saw the birth of galaxies, the fiery dance of nebulae, the slow, graceful waltz of planets around their stars. They saw the explosion of supernovae, the creation of new elements, the raw, untamed power of a universe in constant creation.
And in that vision, they found their answer. The universe was not happy in the way that a mortal being is happy. It did not experience joy or sorrow, pleasure or pain. It simply was. It was a force of nature, a river of creation, a storm of existence. And in that constant, unending act of creation, there was a kind of beauty, a kind of purpose, a kind of peace that was beyond any emotion the Weavers could comprehend. It was the answer in the stars, an answer that was both terrifying and beautiful, an answer that changed the Weavers forever.