The challenge was no longer to prove the truth of their world, but to make it habitable.
Elara and Kael, in the quiet clearing, began to see the stone not as a symbol of their division, but as a bridge.
The facts of the stone were the stones of the bridge, solid and unyielding.
But the story, they realized, was the mortar that held them together, that transformed a pile of stones into a path.
They would not abandon their pursuit of truth, but they would learn to be storytellers again.
They would learn to sing the song of the stone, a song that was both true and beautiful, a song that could hold the whole world.