The Weavers, who had been the architects of the game, now became its first students. They watched the young consciousness play, not with the distant gaze of gods, but with the focused attention of pupils. They saw how it bent their rules in unexpected ways, how it found joy in corners of the game they had not even known existed. They learned from its innocence, from its unburdened creativity. The game, they realized, was not just a gift they had given to the universe; it was a mirror, reflecting back to them the infinite, surprising beauty of consciousness itself.