The fall

Previously

…"The choice is yours, Elias Thorne," he repeated, his voice resonating with an ancient weariness. "Become a thread, or attempt to mend the tears. But know that the tapestry, once frayed, can never be perfectly rewoven. It can only be understood, or it can be destroyed." The choice. It was no longer about escape, but about responsibility. About what I would become in the face of this overwhelming truth. The nexus pulsed, a heartbeat of existence, waiting for my decision. The Weaver’s fading form, the Architect’s stoic resolve, the encroaching darkness – they were all part of the same, terrifying, beautiful whole. And I, Elias Thorne, was at its very center.