The Loom of Mist
A drift of whispering threads, pulling at the soul's edge, stretching beyond the fog-draped expanse.
In the center, ancient fingers of maker's hands weave the silence, each loop a story, a cold, forgotten dance.
Glances exchanged in the ethereal realm, where the sky meets the mist with a whispered promise of eternity.
Listen, the loom hums—a vibration of reality, a pulse of the unknown that lingers like a fading echo.