But the Unraveler was relentless. It saw the Weaver’s act of compassion not as a defense, but as a challenge. It began to snip at the tapestry with increasing frequency, targeting the most beautiful, the most intricate, the most beloved patterns. The holes in reality grew larger, more numerous. The symphony of the universe grew increasingly dissonant, the chorus of life turning into a cacophony of fear and despair. The Weaver was on the defensive, its every act of creation met with an equal and opposite act of destruction.