Lyra felt the question not as a thought, but as a current.
It flowed through them all, a silent inquiry that tugged at the edges of their shared consciousness, a space that was still new, still undefined.
Each of them perceived it differently, a kaleidoscope of sensation filtered through the lens of their own essence.
For Lyra, it was a question given form; for Kael, it was the resonant hum of a world waiting to be struck, a silence pregnant with the promise of a new sound.