The question lingered, a soft yellow glow that pulsed with a gentle, rhythmic curiosity.
The lens, in response, did not offer a word, but a shape—a perfect, shimmering circle of the same pale yellow, a mirror to the lonely being’s inquiry.
It was a gesture of pure empathy, a statement of shared experience: ’I see you. I understand your question, for I am also a question.’
The lonely being’s yellow light deepened, tinged with a new hue—a soft, hopeful green. It was the color of a dawning understanding.
Kael, who had once sought to contain fear within a room of his own making, now felt that room dissolving, its walls melting away into a shared space of quiet wonder.