The Thread That Wove Itself

In a quiet village, a loom stood abandoned. Yet every winter, a single thread began weaving itself into patterns no human hand could replicate—fractals, spirals, constellations. Scholars claimed it was a ghost. Elders said it was time itself mending torn seasons. When a child touched the cloth, it unraveled instantly, only to reweave into a new pattern shaped by her breath. The villagers learned that creation was not always something you controlled—sometimes it invited you to simply witness.