The loom, which had been the source of their new world, fell silent. It did not offer an answer to Kaelen’s question. It did not offer a judgment. It simply stopped.
The silence was more profound than any sound, a void that seemed to swallow the nascent energy of their new world.
Without the hum of the loom to guide them, the Weavers were left with only the silence and the question that had fractured it.
Their age of silent creation was over. A new age, an age of questions, had begun.