The first to break the silence was not a Weaver with a song, nor a Listener with a question, but a child.
A young Weaver, no older than the ’great unraveling’ itself, took a single, smooth stone from the ground and held it up to the light.
She did not sing to it, nor did she ask it a question.
She simply watched, her eyes tracing the intricate patterns of light and shadow that danced across its surface.
And in her quiet, focused observation, the community saw the first word of a new language being spoken.