Zeno studied the loom, threads blurring. "Which one?" he asked the Weaver.
The Weaver remained silent, eyes fixed on the tapestry. Nyx leaned in, shadows whispering to her.
"Try the crimson one," she said.
Zeno hesitated, then snipped. Elysium shuddered—a timeline snapped back.
Kaden saw flashes: his village burning, parents alive...
Lara grabbed his arm. "Kaden?"
He turned, dazed. "My parents...they lived."
The Weaver spoke: "A new branch. But another thread unravels."
Arin pointed—a thread labeled "Trust".
The group exchanged tense looks. Who'd unravel it?