The Emperor's New Clothes (The Weaver's point of view)

I'm a poor weaver struggling to make ends meet in this kingdom. One day, my fellow weaver came up with a crazy idea. "Let's tell the emperor we can make magical clothes," he said, "clothes that only the wise can see. He's so vain, he'll surely fall for it."
At first, I was hesitant. But the thought of never having to worry about food and rent again was too tempting. So, we went to the palace and presented our idea to the emperor. As expected, his eyes lit up with greed and vanity.
We set up our looms in the palace, even though there was no thread. Day after day, we pretended to work, making a big show of measuring and cutting air. The emperor sent his trusted advisor to check on our progress. When the advisor entered the room, he looked confused, but he didn't want to seem stupid. So, he nodded and praised the "clothes" we were making.
I felt a twinge of guilt, but the money and comfort we were getting made me push those feelings aside. Finally, the day of the parade arrived. The emperor took off his clothes and we "dressed" him in our imaginary outfit. As he walked through the streets, everyone pretended to see the magnificent clothes, until a little child shouted out the truth.
At that moment, I realized the gravity of what we had done. We had exploited the emperor's vanity and the people's fear of looking foolish. But it was too late to turn back. We had to face the emperor's wrath and the people's disappointment. From that day on, I decided to use my skills for honesty and true craftsmanship, never to be lured by such a wicked scheme again.