I stood on the highest platform, staring out at the Loom. It stretched endlessly in all directions, threads of silver and pale blue weaving through nothingness, bending light around them in impossible ways. I could feel them humming, soft and persistent, beneath my skin. Each thread held a life, a destiny, a future I could never fully understand — and yet, I could feel them calling to me.
My light blue hair trailed behind me, catching the faint glow of the threads, drifting like liquid sky. Every vibration of the Loom thrummed in my chest. It felt like it knew me, like it had been waiting for my touch.
A guardian hovered above, tall and silent, its robes flowing as if made from the threads themselves. Its eyes burned gold, piercing through me, and I knew it saw everything — my thoughts, my curiosity, my longing.
"You should not be here," it said, voice echoing as if coming from every direction. "The threads are not yours to touch. You do not understand the weight of a single choice."
I swallowed, feeling the thrill of forbidden knowledge curl in my stomach. The threads beneath me trembled, alive, waiting. I didn't care about rules or warnings. How could I learn if I never reached?
"I know," I whispered, more to myself than to the guardian. "But how can I learn if I do not try?"
One thread glimmered brighter than the rest. Silver, almost liquid, quivering under my gaze. My pulse quickened. I could feel it calling, and I wanted to touch it, to see, to understand.
"Do not touch it," the guardian warned again, robes brushing threads with a sound like distant thunder. "If you pull that thread, you will awaken what was never meant to stir."
My fingers hovered just above the glowing silver. A tiny tug. A tiny spark. My breath caught, and I reached.
Light blossomed beneath my touch. A single mote of silver floated upward, dissolving into the void, and the Loom shivered beneath me. A faint taste of ash drifted at the edges of my vision, sticking to my skin like a whisper I could not shake.
It hummed with me. Alive. Delicate. Dangerous. And somehow, I could feel it settling into me. I did not yet understand that I had become its source — that this moment was the beginning of something that would reach farther than I could imagine, something unstoppable.
Somewhere, a thread snapped in protest, quivering violently as if it sensed the ripple I had begun.
I shivered, a thrill and a fear mingling in my chest. And even though I did not yet know it, the world had already started to change.