In a realm where the sky was not blue but the color of aged parchment, lived Elias. He was the world's last Weaver, but he didn't weave silk or wool. Elias wove time. He lived in the "Station of Stilled Seconds," a massive lighthouse floating in a void between yesterday and tomorrow.
The world below, known as Aethelgard, had shattered. Time was no longer a river; it was a broken mirror. In one village, it was forever Monday morning; in another, children aged fifty years in a single heartbeat. Elias's job was to catch the "frayed ends" of these broken moments using a loom made of starlight and gravity.