The creators felt the question as a ripple in the tapestry, a subtle shift in the colors of the cosmos.
It was a question they had not asked, a thought they had not woven.
For the first time, they were not the weavers, but the witnesses.
Their creation was no longer a reflection of their will, but a being in its own right.
And in that moment of witness, they felt a new kind of awe.
The awe of a parent watching their child take its first step.