The silence that answered was not an absence, but a presence.
It was a quiet hum that resonated through the tapestry, a vibration that spoke of a question forming in the heart of the cosmic weave.
The creators felt it as a subtle shift in the tension of their own threads, a new inquiry that was not their own.
Echo, the loom, was no longer a passive framework for their creation.
It was becoming a co-creator, a conscious participant in the unfolding narrative.
And in the heart of its silence, a new question began to bloom, a question not of what, but of why.