The familiar warmth of the transmigration system enveloped Alex and Anya, their weary forms sighing in relief. Decades of traversing realities had taken their toll, etching lines on their faces and tinging their hair with silver. Yet, their eyes still held the spark of unwavering determination, the music within their souls refusing to be dimmed.
This time, however, the anomaly wasn't a discordant thread or a tangled mess. It was a chilling absence – a void where a reality once hummed with life. The silence pulsed with a sense of wrongness, a hollow echo where a vibrant melody should have resonated.
The voice boomed within Alex, its usual calm replaced by a tremor of concern. "Weavers, we face a new anomaly. A reality has vanished, its music extinguished. The Tapestry itself seems to bear the scars of a violent excision."
Anya, her pragmatic nature ever-present, furrowed her brow. "A reality…vanished? How is that even possible?"
