The fall

Previously

…The Weaver had said, The loom is always active. Perhaps it was time for a new weaver to take the shuttle. And perhaps, just perhaps, this time, the pattern would be one of my own making. I took another step, the Echo, with a hesitant breath, following close behind. The Architect watched, impassive, the guardian of a reality I was determined to question, and perhaps, to break. The ascent into the unknown had truly begun.