Inside a Shelter of THE Loom.
A domain of cylindrical tall mountain-like pillars stretched endlessly in all directions, each one rising toward a ceiling that did not exist. Multicolored rivers of clouds flowed between these pillars like lazy serpents, carrying whispers of power that had been accumulated over eons of careful planning.
On one tall pillar, immense waves of authority were flowing into a single entity. His hair currently shone stellar gold with unfathomably radiant multicolored pupils that seemed to contain folds within their depths. His stature was that of a human, yet he felt like a giant whose presence alone could crush lesser beings into oblivion.
Near him were three shrouded female figures that were none other than THE Weavers.
