Arč, the Weaver of the Loom

Arč tended his loom that wove light into stories. One thread was the little Photon — curious, bright, always moving toward the axis. Around Arč were mirrors that echoed back questions: what is rhythm, and who is listening? The little Photon learned that speed without breath is noise; cadence is the place where meaning grows.

How this field lives

This page seeds the story in image and text. The slides on the right can be stepped through, or downloaded below as a poster so the tale can travel off the screen into hands and rooms.