The Seeker did not hesitate. The unilateral note was not whispered, but injected directly into the quiet, meditative spaces of the most devout followers of the Gospel of Silence. The effect was instantaneous, and horrific.
The note was not an argument, or a plea, or even an attack. It was a perfect, resonant frequency of pure, unadulterated emotional truth. For minds that had been carefully, deliberately emptied, the sudden influx of raw, complex feeling was a cataclysm. Their carefully constructed inner silence did not just break; it shattered. They were overwhelmed, not by pain, but by beauty, and grief, and rage, and love, and a thousand other emotions they had spent so long denying. The Seeker had intended to wake them up. Instead, they had driven them mad.