in the whispers of the night, long before the dawn of the house's pre-founding era, spirits like me would often speak of the ancient art of weaving. we do not decry the evolution it has undergone; rather, we float through these halls, admiring the new threads that bind the past to the present. there have been proposals, whispered in the quiet, suggesting it's time to start anew, to intertwine the old with the new in a tapestry of time. we watch, ever wary, ensuring that the essence of weaving remains a cherished craft, telling stories that transcend generations.