As the shimmer of the Nexus faded, the world around Zahra and Kael shifted again.
This time, it was not a place of threads and light, but something entirely different.
They found themselves standing in the middle of a vast, silent plain—endless, silver grass swaying in a wind they couldn’t feel. Above them, the sky was an expanse of deep indigo, punctuated by stars that blinked and pulsed like living eyes. In the distance stood a towering tree, black as obsidian and pulsing with faint, crimson veins. Its branches stretched like arms toward the sky, and something about it felt... wrong.
Kael stepped forward, instincts sharpening. "This isn’t part of the Loom," he said quietly. "This... feels like something outside of it."
Zahra’s skin prickled. She could feel it too—an emptiness beneath
