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... , yet unbearably present.
Every thread in the chamber vibrated at its arrival. The air thickened, bending under the weight of a presence older than the Heart itself.
Lumen felt their breath catch.
“That... that’s impossible.”
The Loomchild fell to their knees.
“It can’t be. The First Weaver vanished eons before the Weave took shape.”
The figure stepped out of the shadow, threads cascading from its form like waterfalls—some golden, some void-black, ...
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