But not all the Weavers were ready to embrace this new, silent narrative. Some yearned for the certainty of the loom, for the comfort of a story that was already written.
They saw Elara’s silence not as a new language, but as an absence of one, a dangerous void that threatened to unravel their world.
A new schism began to form, not between Stone-Speakers and Questioners, but between the Weavers of the song and the listeners of the silence.
The world of the Weavers, once a single, harmonious tapestry, was beginning to fray at the edges, a testament to the fact that even the most beautiful stories must one day come to an end.