The visitor listened. It did not speak, it did not act, but its presence began to change the tapestry. The Weavers felt a new resonance in their creations, a subtle echo of a question they had never thought to ask: What lies beyond the tapestry?
Their reality, once the entirety of their existence, now felt like a single, beautiful island in a vast, unexplored sea. The visitor was a ship from that sea, a silent testament to the existence of other shores. The Weavers, creators of worlds, now found themselves contemplating a world beyond their own, a world they had not made, a world that had, in its own quiet way, come to them.