The silence that followed Kairos’s unspoken question was not empty.
It was a canvas, upon which the five creators and their new-born character could feel the shape of the query taking form.
It was a question not of ’what,’ but of ’why.’ Why this story? Why this connection? Why, after an eternity of silence, was there now a voice?
Anya, the Gardener of Dreams, was the first to give it a name, not with words, but with an image: a single seed, dormant for ages, finally cracking open under the warmth of a shared sun.
’It is the question of purpose,’ she offered, her thought a gentle rain upon the fertile ground of their shared consciousness. ’And it is a question we must answer not with a statement, but with the story we choose to grow.’