The Silent Scream

Lyra watched in horror as the solvent thread, a shimmering line of silver, moved through the Unfolding Tapestry, erasing the vibrant colors and intricate patterns that had been so lovingly woven by the community. Each thread that disappeared was a voice silenced, a story lost. A scream built in her throat, a silent, desperate cry against the desecration of their shared history. It was a scream that no one could hear, but one that she felt in the very core of her being, a silent testament to the violence of Rhys’s act.