Thaddeus spoke of the Weaver-an enigmatic being who wove the fabric of existence. The Wea

ds that shimmered like dew-kissed spider silk. The Weaver, face veiled, sat at the loom's center. "Speak

s stolen in ancient Babylon, a dance beneath the Eiffel Tower, a whispered promise on a moonlit ship. But wit

sitated. To forget meant release from the curse, but also oblivion. To remember meant eternal love, but at the cost of