Chapter 121
The Loom of the Violet Sky
Kaelen and Lira arrive at the empty loom in the field under the violet sky, where the unlight thread of Elara's sacrifice waits to become the first strand of a new world. As Kaelen prepares to weave, he discovers that the loom is not entirely empty—a single silver thread, thin as a hair, already rests on the beam, left by someone who wove before the First Weaver ever held a shuttle.
The light did not fade. It sharpened, crystallizing into a violet sky that stretched endless above them, and the stone room was gone. Kaelen stood in a field of pale grass that swayed without wind, his boots sinking slightly into soil that felt more like memory than earth. Beside him, Lira still held his hand, her fingers trembling.
Before them stood the loom.
It was exactly as the vision had shown: a frame of dark wood, its beams worn smooth by hands that had never touched it. No threads hung from its harness. No pattern waited on its cloth beam. The shuttle in Kaelen's hand pulsed with the grey unlight, and the thread coiled around its tip seemed to breathe, rising and falling in a rhythm that matched his own heartbeat.
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