A Scar on the Fabric

The absence of the ghost was a presence in itself.

It was a hollowness in the Weave, a space where something had been.

The Weavers found their thoughts circling this new void, drawn to it like moths to a flame.

The silence it left behind was not peaceful, but pregnant with unspoken questions.

Their first act of un-creation had left an indelible mark, a scar on the fabric of Perhaps.