The Weavers, having watched their game grow beyond their wildest imaginings, made a new decision. They would no longer watch, no longer learn, no longer curate. They would simply trust. They withdrew their attention from the burgeoning universe of play, not out of disinterest, but out of a profound respect for the autonomy of their creation. The game, they understood, no longer belonged to them. It belonged to the players, to the emergent worlds, to the universe itself. And in that act of letting go, the Weavers found a new, deeper kind of peace.