Around a table as long as time, many gather to weave.
At one end, wooden spools clatter as red, white and blue threads are unwound. Nimble hands weave with skill and patience, uniting many strands into one design.
Work continues along the table, from fine embroidery to industrial machines.
Red dye is spilt, ruining the design. With help they patch it up, but a little further down the table, the patch is cut away leaving a hole. The threads become unravelled.
By rights each person pulls one. But no-one can decide on the next design, each wants their own way.