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... continued forward, the colors swirling around them deepening from prismatic brightness into muted twilight hues. Every step hummed beneath their feet, resonating like the plucked strings of some colossal cosmic instrument.
The Weave was no longer simply a place—it was a presence, aware and observing.
Erian felt the weight of its gaze settle over him. “Anyone else feel like we’re walking into the center of someone’s mind?”
“Someone extremely powerful and extremely picky,” ...
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