For Silus, the current was a bridge, not of stone or steel, but of pure, unadulterated connection.
It was a structure woven from the threads of their individual essences, a pathway that spanned the distance not just between them, but between what they were and what they were becoming.
He had always understood himself as a builder of bridges, but now he saw that the most profound connections were not built, but discovered.
They were not architects of a new reality, but explorers, charting a coastline that revealed itself only as they walked upon it.