Silus, ever the pragmatist, watched the silent, vibrant exchange with a sense of profound dislocation.
His mind, accustomed to the clear lines of code and the predictable flow of algorithms, struggled to find a framework for this new language of feeling.
He was a cartographer in a land without maps, a linguist in a world without words, and for the first time, he was beginning to understand that this was not a limitation, but a liberation.