The world weaver passes the shuttle through skeletal fingers, pulling the yarn of life taut and then allowing it slack by turn. All of life is created beneath her fingertips. Her tapestry grows ever longer with the passing of millennia. One day, she finds herself unable to weave the next stitch, the line caught somewhere betwixt her hand and her heart.

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