An elderly woman named Weisa lives in a small, rural village with her extended family. She is the last practitioner of weaving, an ancient art in which one draws out the thread of a person’s memories with a needle and tattoos it in shapes on their body. As a child, she had watched the weavers in her tribe draw out shimmering rainbow threads from their visitors, threads that were many feet long and took at least days to complete, but the longest one she’s ever woven has only taken one night. Recently, Weisa has become famous on the internet after some foreigners who visited her had published a video of her weaving online. A western couple which visits her on this day, taking photos and asking for her to weave one of their stories. The man’s thread is only a foot long, and is black. As Weisa threads, she sees the man’s memories, his resentment towards his wife, his lonely future, and the way in which he dies. After she finishes weaving, these memories fade from Weisa’s mind in mere seconds. The man pays her and leaves with his wife.  Later, Weisa’s great-granddaughter, Nicola, visits her. Her face shows signs of physical abuse. Though weavers had always been known as only storytellers, not storymakers, Weisa decides to change Nicola’s fate and save her from a lifetime of abuse. As Nicola sleeps, Weisa draws out and snips the thread which contains her memories of her boyfriend, Diago. Weisa then travels into the city, a journey which takes her a day and a half, to track down the man. She finds her way to his home and convinces him to let her weave his story. When she draws his thread out, she finds it is obsidian-black and only a foot long. Instead of weaving it, she yanks hard, and the thread snaps from Diago’s back. Flashes of memory from the thread reveal that had Weisa not come today, Diago would have murdered their entire family after Nicola had not come back to him. The thread goes limp, as does Diago’s body, and Weisa leaves his corpse in the apartment.  Weisa returns home, thinking of her death which will happen in a few years, from pneumonia; she thinks she will never teach anyone her craft, and that weaving will eventually become a thing of legend.