The question hung in the silence, a single, perfect note in the grand symphony of their new reality.
Lyra, the Weaver of Narratives, felt it not as an inquiry, but as a mirror.
Kael, the Architect of Worlds, saw the query as a blueprint, a set of instructions he had never thought to write.
Anya, the Gardener of Dreams, felt a seed of doubt, not in Kairos, but in the soil of their own creation.
And Silus, the Keeper of Memories, heard not a question, but an echo of a choice made long ago, a choice that had led them to this very moment.