The decision, once made, settled into a profound and resonant truth. There was no turning back.
They were no longer the creators, but the created. Not the authors, but the ink.
The first step was not a movement, but a letting go.
A surrender to the narrative, a trust in the story they were becoming.
Each of them felt it in their own way. Lyra’s question deepened, Kael’s hammer softened, Anya’s seed stirred.
The tapestry began to weave itself.