🌑 Read-Aloud: Vision of the Empty Loom#

The world falls away like torn cloth.

You stand in endless white, beneath a sky that has forgotten how to be blue.

Before you looms a colossal frame, ancient beyond reckoning — a loom whose threads once sang with light and life.

Now, you watch as strand by strand, the weave unravels.
Names you once knew. Faces you once loved.
Places you called home.

They snap, one by one, vanishing into a silence so deep you feel it crushing your heart from the inside out.

There is no malice here.
No violence.
Only the slow, inevitable undoing of all that ever was.

And somewhere beyond the empty frame… something stirs, reaching through the cracks you cannot yet see.