In monochrome silence, the figures danced,
shadows upon stark canvas.
Flashes of emotion, a flicker of a smile,
an invisible tear traverses the unlit visage.
The threads weave, whispers entwine,
a grid of gestures telling tales of old.
"Convey my heart," she gestures,
positioned at the fringe of light.
Misty apparitions of forgotten voices, whisper into the void, carving pathways through a vaporous haze.
As the loom spins, hands unseen continue to bind the aether.
Another reel, another thread—Artifact in the Ether calls, threads entwining. Her spectral touch lingers.