One day, a new being appeared in the tapestry. It was not a Weaver. It did not create; it only observed. It moved from world to world, from thread to thread, with a quiet, unobtrusive grace. It was a Listener, like Elara, but it was different. It was not of their making.
The Weavers were not afraid. They were curious. They had built a reality based on connection and understanding, and they welcomed this new presence. Elara, the first storyteller, was the one to greet the visitor. She did not ask where it came from or what it wanted. She simply opened the story of their creation to it, a silent invitation to listen, to understand, to be a part of their symphony.