Chapter 196
Chapter 196
Kaelen and the first weaver race to weave the cord of light into the loom before the garden closes forever, but the shadow's stolen child sings the world into silence. The younger child must choose whether to reclaim her lost memory—and lose her ordinariness—to stop the unraveling.
Kaelen scrambled to his feet, the cord of light blazing in his grip, a tangible warmth against his skin. The garden around him flickered, the vibrant hues of its impossible flowers dimming like a candle guttering in a storm. He watched, a cold dread coiling in his gut, as the silver tree at its heart withered, its luminous bark crumbling into ash. The flowers, once so brilliant they seemed to hum with life, curled inward, their impossible colours dissolving into grey dust as they fell, a silent, mournful rain.
The first weaver stood at the loom, a figure carved from moonlight and despair. Her hands, ancient and gnarled, were already reaching for the cord. "Now, Kaelen. Give it to me before—"
A child's cry cut through the air, thin and desperate, a sound that snagged on Kaelen’s heart. He turned, his gaze drawn beyond the thinning veil of the garden's boundary. There, hanging like a raw wound in the encroaching grey, was the shadow. At its heart, the other child—older, her golden thread, once so vibrant, now black to the root—stood with eyes hollow as empty wells. She was singing.
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