“Well, yes.” they say, flustered. “What did it say?” I ask, curious. Drawn in. They humph “It's a bit silly.” I huff. “Nonsense, it mattered enough for you to act on it, so it was in no way silly. Tell me” They titter “Ok, ok. The Earth told me, with a whisper, that it was waiting for me.” “Really?” “Yes. It said that there was a path, a path I was walking. It split and I could choose, but no matter which way I chose, the world would always be by my side. Holding my hand, stroking against my side. So I rushed over to my loom and worked all day until after sunset, and held up the finished work in my candle light.” “My…” I mutter, awestruck. I can almost imagine them sitting in front of a loop of string after string with the tapestry I had learned to memorize after year and year of staring at it draped delicately in their hands, an almost fully melted candle flickering away by an open window, a cool breeze flowing through.

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