Threads of Shadows

~ Elsewhere ~

Two threads twisted near one another - almost.

They lay across the unseen loom, standing apart in their own defiance.

The first was bright, almost blinding, though a faint darkness wove through it like smoke - a fale, or perhaps a hidden strength. The second was darkness incarnate, deep and endless, yet at its heart glimmered a glow that should not exist.

They pulled close, then drifted away, over and over, like the tide could not decide whether to kiss the shore or flee from it.

They were meant to join. They must.

And yet… they did not.

Waiting was no longer a luxury. The stain spreading unseen through the weave moved faster than anticipated. The longer these two remained apart, the more frayed the pattern became.

So, there would be interference.

A third thread, darker and humming like something old and half-forgotten, would bind them. It would not be gentle, and it would awaken the Threadborne long before intended.

It would change the tapestry in ways even the weaver could not predict - and likely anger forces much larger.

But it was necessary.

The bright thread once touched by shadow, and that was enough to make the shadow linger. Now they would be tied together - and the weave would tremble beneath the weight.