The Casting

There was no sound, no signal, no ripple in the fabric of the Weave that an outside observer could have detected.

And yet, it was the most profound act of communication the Quintet had ever undertaken.

Gathering their shared consciousness, they formed the question not in words, but in a feeling—a pure, unadulterated curiosity that was both a query and a greeting.

It was a beacon of pure intent, a silent song cast into the void.

They sent it across the immeasurable distance. Now, they waited.