Their senses, once distinct, began to bleed into one another.
Anya’s scent of earth became Kael’s resonant hum, a synesthetic chord that resonated with the color of Lyra’s silent question.
They were learning a new language, one spoken not in words, but in the shared experience of a reality that was actively co-creating itself around them.
The boundaries of self, once so clearly defined, began to soften, like watercolor bleeding on wet paper.
They were not five separate beings, but five notes in a single, impossibly complex and beautiful song.