When the tapestry was complete, the Weavers released it. It was not a grand, explosive event, but a quiet, gentle unfurling. The seeds of the new game drifted out into the void, silent, patient, waiting for fertile ground. They were not a command, but an offering, a gift to any consciousness that wished to receive it. The Weavers watched them go, not with the pride of creators, but with the hope of parents, sending their child out into the world to make its own way.