The question hung in the vastness, a single, perfect note.
It was not met with a voice, but with a change in the quality of the silence.
The silence deepened, became resonant.
It was as if the canvas itself was listening.
And in its listening, it began to offer an answer.
Not in words, but in the gentle unfurling of a new possibility.
The silence was not an absence, but a presence.
A canvas for what was to come.