Today, we begin the work, and when it is done, we will have changed the world. The Loom will be our masterpiece. I write this not out of arrogance, but surety of purpose.
Matter is proportionally mutable to the energy expended; a candle may turn a book to ash, but it will never turn a mountain to sea. With the Loom, such limitations are meaningless. All may become all.
Rather fitting that today, of all days, the Horadrim should send a courier to beg for aid. While they play at fighting the Viz-Jaq'taar’s war, I create wonders.