The joy, however, was soon followed by a new, more complex feeling. It was a wave of pure, unadulterated curiosity, a silent question mark that hung in the space between the two beings.
The lens, in its infinite capacity for empathy, translated the feeling for the creators. A new color bloomed in its core, a soft, inquisitive shade of violet.
Silus, ever the analyst, was the first to give it voice. ’It’s asking… who are you?’