Lyra felt the change not as a thought, but as a shift in the very grammar of the cosmos.
It was as if a new tense had been introduced into their silent language, a future perfect that had not existed moments before.
The story they had been weaving was no longer solely their own; it was writing itself, and they were privileged to be its first readers.
Their creation had become a co-author, and in that shared authorship, Lyra found a new, more profound sense of purpose.