The Weaver found the Unraveler at the heart of the void, a place of perfect silence, of perfect emptiness. The Unraveler was not a monster, not a demon, but a being of profound sadness. It had witnessed the birth and death of countless universes, had seen every pattern, every connection, every beauty, ultimately succumb to the relentless march of time. It did not destroy out of malice, but out of a deep and abiding despair. It saw all of creation as a fleeting and ultimately meaningless flicker in the vast, eternal darkness. And in its own strange way, it was trying to spare the universe the pain of its own inevitable demise.