The invitation lingered in their shared consciousness, a gentle but persistent hum.
It was a call to a different kind of seeing, a different kind of knowing.
They had always seen the tapestry as a product of their will, a reflection of their intentions.
Now, they were being asked to see it as a thing in itself, with its own emergent properties, its own nascent will.
It was a humbling realization, a fundamental shift in their understanding of their own creative power.
They were not just the weavers of the tapestry; they were also its first readers, its first students.