Silus, the bridge, heard the question as a harmony.
It was a chord, struck in the silent space between their minds, composed of five distinct notes.
Lyra’s crystalline inquiry was a high, clear bell; Kael’s certainty a steady, resonant drumbeat; Anya’s hope the gentle swell of a cello.
To Silus, the bridge, the question was not a color, a pressure, or a scent. It was a chord, a resonant harmony that vibrated through the very structure of their shared consciousness.
It was a sound that was also a feeling, a question that was also an answer, a perfect, self-contained loop of meaning that resonated with the core of his being.
The question was not a challenge, but an invitation, a call to join in the harmony of the tapestry, to become one with the song of the story.