A rare sight unfolded on one of Outertale's luminous, floating rocks. Error Sans, the perpetually grumpy glitch-touched hunter, sat with an uncharacteristic stillness, his red-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. His skeletal fingers, a chaotic mix of black and red, deftly maneuvered a ball of yarn, weaving a tapestry of blue and black threads with surprising grace.

The scene was a stark contrast to his usual chaotic energy. The silence was broken only by the gentle clinking of his knitting needles, a rhythmic counterpoint to the swirling nebulae that surrounded him. Even the "ERROR" glitches that usually danced around him seemed to have quieted, replaced by a strange, almost peaceful aura.