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Not summoned, but found as if we wandered into a clearing already listening to itself.

The threads do not ask to be held. They gather slowly in the quiet pockets between gestures, beneath the reach of plans.

Hands hover near the loom. The fibers resist naming, but still they twitch in the presence of warmth.

There are signs, but not all signs point. A ripple in the weave. A shadow that lingers longer than it should.

One might say the forest rearranges itself when walked with certain attention. Not for us, yet not without us.

If something forms here, it is less a shape than a listening. Not the echo, but the hush that holds it.

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