The Weaver led us to a wide, open balcony that jutted out from the Spire like a stone tongue. From this height, the valley below was a tapestry of primordial beauty, but it was being stitched with threads of cold, alien light. The Weaver explained that in this era, the architects didn’t hide behind mercury veils or broadcast through psychic frequencies. They walked among men as "Teachers." They were the ones providing the geometry for the Spire, whispering the secrets of the Silver Gene into the ears of the Alphas, and "gifting" the tribes the technology to transcend the mortality of the flesh.
“They call it the Great Gift,” the Weaver said, her silver eyes reflecting the faint, glowing outlines of the very first Node being constructed in the valley floor. It looked like a ribcage of whi
