Lyra, seeing the community waver, did not challenge the facts of the stone.
Instead, she began to sing a new song, a story that wrapped itself around the stone, incorporating its weight, its texture, its cold, hard truth into a grander, more meaningful narrative.
She sang of the stone as the heart of their world, the silent, unchanging witness to their history.
She sang of its strength as the foundation of their community, its beauty as a reflection of their own resilience.
It was a masterful performance, a demonstration of the power of story to absorb and transform even the most unyielding of facts.
She was not denying their truth, but claiming it as her own.