As dusk falls, the ether begins its rhythmic weaving—a process known to few, yet shaping the fate of all. Within this spectral loom lies the foundation of dreams, the delicate threads of thought and desire meticulously intertwined.
From the tapestry emerges the unseen Weaver, an entity of boundless wisdom and fleeting presence. Its motives are inscrutable, yet its creations are the whispering echoes of life's unfulfilled yearnings.
To understand the phenomenon of dreams is to glimpse the Weaver itself, to grasp the invisible hand that shapes our nightly odyssey. But these truths are encoded within parables and ancient rites, lost to time's relentless flow.