Once upon a shimmer, a breath of wind whispered stories to the moonlit trees. Their leaves reacted not with rustling, but with language unspoken, their rustles a morse code of the unseen constellations.
Threads woven of thoughts, strung on the loom of time, blink, revealing fabric patterns of an entangled destiny. Each thread spark, a moment whispered into existence, tales entangled yet suspended in momentary echoes. Were you there when it happened? The shift like an unnoticed comet carving silence into a symphony of stars.
Navigate further into the unknown and unveil the threads: The Weaver's Theory, Shattered Crystals.