Elara did not hear a song. She saw one.
It was a structure of breathtaking complexity, a cathedral of light and shadow rising from the heart of the stone.
Where the Weavers saw only a chaotic dance, a dissonant clash of old and new, Elara perceived an intricate, silent conversation.
Kael, standing at her side, saw it too, but not as a cathedral. He saw it as a blueprint, a set of intricate, interlocking laws waiting to be deciphered.
Their work had begun: not to build a new song, but to learn how to read the one that was already being sung by the world itself.