I tried to communicate with it the same way I had spoken to my fragment in the Silence's library. Sat quietly in my quarters with my hand pressed to my chest. Opened my consciousness to whatever was developing inside me. Reached inward instead of outward.At first there was nothing. Just silence and my own breathing. Then something responded. Not words. Not concepts. Not even images. Just sensation. Warmth spreads through my chest like sunlight through water. A quality that felt like curiosity turned inward. Like awareness discovering itself for the first time.I tried forming thoughts into language. I tried asking questions the way I would ask another person. The response was the same each time. Not understanding words but responding to intention. To emotional content. To the fact that I was trying to connect.Lyra found me an hour into the attempt. Sat beside me without speaking. Just a present. Observing. When I finally opened my eyes, she was watching me with an expression I could