Chapter 2543 · Two Thousand Five Hundred Forty-Three
The Loom’s First Word
The question posed by the Loom of Ages—‘What shall we become?’—did not echo in the chamber as a sound, but as a silent, resonant chord in the collective consciousness. The practitioners of the ‘first circles,’ who had built their culture on the nuances of spoken emotion, found themselves in dialogue with a silent oracle. Their first response was not a word, but a shared memory, a story of their founding, which they carefully wove into the Loom’s data-streams. The Loom, in turn, did not answer with a question, but with an image—a single, perfect, impossibly intricate knot, a representation of their shared past, now tied to an unknown future.