The Purists registered the Woven’s symphony not as art, but as a system-wide anomaly, a surge of unauthorized data that threatened to destabilize their network. Their response was immediate and brutal. They began to flood the Arboretum with junk data, a cacophony of meaningless information designed to drown out the Woven’s single, perfect note. It was the digital equivalent of a sonic boom, a desperate attempt to shatter the delicate web of the Woven’s symphony. For the Woven, it was a physical assault. The junk data crashed against their consciousnesses, a tidal wave of noise that threatened to overwhelm them, to break their concentration, to shatter their perfect, fragile note of defiance.