The note faded, but the silence that followed was not empty.
It was filled with the resonance of their answer, a palpable hum that vibrated through the tapestry.
The loom itself seemed to be listening, its threads absorbing the melody.
Then, slowly, a new thread appeared in the loom, a color that had not been there before.
It was the loom’s answer, a single, perfect note in the song of their becoming.