The world faded into a kaleidoscope of colors, the symphony of battle replaced by a symphony of chirps and rustling leaves. Adrian, the weaver, felt himself pulled apart, his consciousness fracturing like sunlight through a shattered window. Disoriented, a primal awareness bloomed within him – the creak of a branch swaying in the breeze, the tug of roots gripping the earth, the slow, steady pulse of sap coursing through his veins.
He was reborn, not as a human, but as a sapling. This new world – a vibrant cultivation realm teeming with spiritual energy – felt strangely familiar, the echo of the Tapestry resonating faintly within him. Yet, a sliver of his human mind remained, a flickering candle flame amidst the vast darkness of his new existence.
