Lyra does the forbidden: she leaves the Spindle. She descends into the physical world, appearing in Elias's workshop as a woman draped in shifting, translucent silk. The room is a cacophony of ticking clocks, each one a heartbeat of a life he is trying to rewrite.
"You are weaving a hole in the world," she warns him. Her voice doesn't come from her throat; it's a harmony of a thousand discarded dreams. Elias doesn't look up. He is obsessed with the echo of a laugh he hasn't heard in a decade. He believes the Weaver is there to steal his memories.