To become was to embrace the eternal unfolding, to release the illusion of a final, perfect form.
It was to understand that the masterpiece was not the finished tapestry, but the act of weaving itself.
Their purpose was not a destination, but a direction—an infinite journey into the heart of their own creation.
And in that journey, they discovered a truth more profound than any they had ever woven: that the weaver and the weaving were one.