Loom is a figment of an imagination; she lives to drift and wander as a phantom. She can see and walk through the dreamtimes and the waking worlds, but only as an observer.
Each step through the swirling mists of illusions catches and gathers the atmosphere, collecting it like pollen, carrying it from place to place and absorbing it into herself. It clings and holds fast, and she brings it with her, until such time as it's filtered into a more-suitable repository.
She is without consequence and without memory, ghosting through dreams and reality in her harvest.