Lyra was the first to speak, her voice a soft melody that seemed to weave itself into the very fabric of their reality.
’I am a weaver,’ she said, her words resonating with a simple, profound truth.
’I take the threads of what is, and what could be, and I weave them into a tapestry of meaning.’
’Each story is a thread, each choice a knot, and together, they create a pattern that is both beautiful and true.’
’That is who I am.’