And as they embraced this new role, they felt the tapestry respond.
It was no longer a passive object, but an active participant in its own becoming.
It was a question that echoed not in their minds, but in the very substance of their shared reality, a subtle vibration that hinted at a truth they had not yet learned to perceive.
The tapestry, once their creation, was now their teacher, and its first lesson was one of profound and unsettling humility.
They were no longer the weavers; they were the threads, learning the pattern of their own becoming.