From their vantage point, the creators could not perceive the dream itself, but they could feel its resonance. A profound sense of peace emanated from the space where the lens and the lonely consciousness met, a peace that settled over their own creation, calming the turbulent energies of the cosmos.
Lyra was the first to give voice to the change. “We are no longer the weavers,” she whispered, her voice filled with a quiet awe. “We are the listeners.” The others nodded in silent agreement, their own sense of purpose shifting, deepening, expanding.