"If I do this," she said, her fingers trembling, "I will no longer be a person. I will be the light itself."
Dzefrina looked at the swirling Orkroma. She knew the risk. To use the ink, she had to perform the , a ritual of absolute surrender where the weaver becomes the web. dzefrina_tarkan_orkroma_stars_jasha_me_romeske_...
Tarkan bowed his head. "And the world will be born again in your image." "If I do this," she said, her fingers
In the velvet silence of the Great Void, there lived a weaver named . She didn’t weave wool or silk; she wove the light of dying suns into the tapestries of new galaxies. Her hands moved with a frantic, beautiful grace, pulling silver threads from the ether. "If I do this