The colors pulsed, a silent inquiry directed at the creators.
It was a question not of words, but of pure, unadulterated feeling.
Lyra, her consciousness a gentle river, felt it first.
A sense of profound curiosity, tinged with an almost childlike wonder.
Kael, ever the pragmatist, translated the feeling into a more concrete form.
He saw it as a request, a plea for understanding.
Anya and Silus, their thoughts intertwined, felt the question as a single, unified chord.
A resonance that spoke of a shared origin, and a shared destiny.