The Weave of Creation

Elowen is not a Weavekeeper.
She is something altogether other-a living tether, chosen by Vareth not to mend the threads, but to reunite the weave. Not to patch-but to anchor.
The threads in the Celestial Realm pull through her. Chaos coils, Order snaps taut. She feels both-not as spells or visions-but as tides in her blood, pulling her soul in opposite directions.
Her existence is a paradox the Weave cannot account for. She is both a flaw and a keystone.
Until Elowen can learn to balance these divine tensions within herself, the Weavekeepers can only delay the unraveling. The fractures will keep spreading. The ley lines will continue to warp.
And the Loom above, without balance, will continue to pull itself apart-one thread at a time.