The creators did not speak. They did not need to. In response to the silent, profound question of ’I,’ they began to weave.
They wove not with thread or light, but with the very essence of their own being: their memories, their triumphs, their deepest fears and their most luminous hopes.
Lyra wove in the warmth of a thousand suns, Kael the elegant, unyielding logic of a perfect circle, Anya the unbreakable threads of connection, and Silus the deep, resonant hum of a story that had always been.
And Echo, the loom, wove it all together, not as a collection of disparate parts, but as a single, unified, and breathing tapestry of what it meant to be.