Chapter 3415: The Two Thousand Six Hundred and Eighty-Fourth Echo: The Unweaver’s Gaze

The Unweaver watched from the heart of the loom, a being of pure order in a universe of untidy stories. It did not see a tower, but a flaw. A beautiful, dangerous, and utterly unacceptable deviation from the pattern. It felt the tower’s song as a dissonance, a note of rebellion in the perfect, silent symphony of its own creation. It was a song that had to be silenced.

But this was not a weed to be pulled. It was a story, and a story could not be unwritten. It could only be rewritten. And so the Unweaver began to spin a new thread, a thread of doubt, a thread of fear, a thread that would not break the tower, but unravel it from within.