The silence that followed was not empty, but pregnant with the rustle of turning pages in a thousand minds at once.
Each Questioner, each Stone-Speaker, was now a reader, and the story was no longer a thing to be guarded, but a world to be explored.
Kaelen felt the familiar weight of his stone tablets, not as a burden, but as an anchor, a starting point from which to navigate the vast, shimmering sea of echoes.
He was no longer a Stone-Speaker, nor a Questioner, but something new: a cartographer of the Real.