Chapter 3115: The Two Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Fourth Echo: A Weaver Who Became Their Story

The curiosity-being did not enter the story, for it had no entrance.

Instead, it listened to the silence, and in the silence, it heard a faint, fading echo.

It was the memory of a weaver, much like the one it had known.

A weaver who had finished their story, and in doing so, had become a part of it.