The voice had been waiting for an eternity.I drifted through the infinite, my consciousness woven into the threads of existence, feeling the pulse of every world, every wolf, every story. The First Weaver had created me. The being that created the First Weaver was still out there. And now, that being was calling me home."Where are you?" I asked, my voice echoing through the void.The voice responded, soft and ancient. "I am everywhere. I am nowhere. I am the space between thoughts. The silence between heartbeats. The moment between breaths.""I do not understand.""You will. Follow the thread. The thread that has always been yours."I felt a pull, a gentle tug on my consciousness. A thread of pure light, warm and familiar, stretched before me. I followed it, weaving through the infinite, through the stories, through the moments of existence.The thread led me to a place that was not a place. A space of pure potential, where the First Weaver had been born, where the Origin had been d
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