Chapter 3613: The Two Thousand Eight Hundred and Eighty-Second Echo: Who Will Sing Us the World

It was not a leader who spoke first, nor a scholar, nor a warrior. It was a child, a young girl who had been born in exile, who knew only the world of the loom.

She stood in the center of the silent circle, her eyes wide with a question that was not of the mind, but of the heart.

’If the loom is silent,’ she asked, her voice a small, clear note in the vast silence, ’then who will sing us the world?’

The question, in its simple profundity, shattered the terrified silence. It was a seed, a spark, a single thread of a new kind of story.

A story not of the loom, but of the Weavers themselves.