The Ship of Dreams drifted through the new ocean of reality, a silent observer in a universe that was teeming with life. The Weavers, their senses extended through the vessel, watched and listened, their awe growing with every new discovery.
They saw great, cosmic creatures that swam through the void, their bodies made of starlight and nebulae. They saw entire ecosystems that lived on the surfaces of asteroids, their life cycles tied to the ebb and flow of cosmic radiation. They saw beings of pure energy that danced in the coronas of stars, their forms constantly shifting and changing.
But they did not make contact. They were observers, not participants. They were guests in this universe, and they did not want to disturb the delicate balance of its existence.
And then, one day, something made contact with them. It was not a creature of starlight or a being of pure energy. It was something much smaller, much more subtle. It was a thought, a question, a gentle touch on the consciousness of the Ship of Dreams.
It was a simple thought, a single question that resonated with all the Weavers at once: ’Who are you?’