[Two Weeks Ago...]
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Evelyn stood alone in an endless sea of stars.
There was no ground. Only light beneath her feet, threads of gold and silver stretching in every direction like the weavings of a forgotten loom. The constellations pulsed above her, each one whispering in voices she had never heard yet somehow always known.
"Child of the Weave..."
The voice didn't come from outside.
Her hands began to glow, symbols etching into her skin like memory reborn: Aries, Pisces, Scorpio… all twelve signs, encircling a thirteen-pointed star on her palm.
A colossal shadow emerged from the stars.
It had no face, only a crown of cosmos and eyes like galaxies, shifting and infinite. It knelt before her, not in reverence, but in acknowledgment.
"Your thread was cut… but never forgotten."
Suddenly, Evelyn's body flickered like glass reflecting thousands of lives. A thousand versions of herself screamed, wept, smiled, fought until the noises became silent once more.
