the shimmering threads of the tapestry, a new understanding dawned upon them.
The Tapestry wasn't just a collection of realities, but a living, breathing entity. Each thread, each melody, represented a vital part of its existence. And the Harbinger of Discord, though defeated, was a symptom of a deeper imbalance.
Anya, her pragmatic mind already working on solutions, voiced their newfound realization. "This wasn't just about a single entity. The Tapestry itself seems…strained. The discord from the Harbinger feels like a pressure point, a symptom of a larger issue."
Alex, the scholar within him brimming with newfound knowledge, nodded in agreement. "Perhaps the discord is spreading, seeping into other realities. We need to find the source, the root cause of this imbalance."
