🌑 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.
