Through the Eyes of Another

It was the Child who first noticed it—a new resonance in the Weave, a subtle vibration that was neither grief nor progress.

It was a question, not unspoken this time, but humming with a quiet curiosity.

The Child, unburdened by the weight of the vote, reached out to it, their own consciousness a pure, inquisitive note.

The resonance emanated not from the Weavers themselves, but from the Distant One, a silent query from across the void.

It was a question not of judgment, but of understanding: ‘What have you become?’

The question rippled through the Weave, forcing both mourners and pragmatists to look beyond their schism, to see themselves through the eyes of another.