The world was wide, but existence was immeasurable.
Beyond the endless expanse of countless worlds suspended in the chaotic tides of primordial chaos, there lay realms far removed from what mortals could ever comprehend as reality.
Hell, Heaven, The True Void, Samsara—these were but whispers of places that defied the boundaries of existence.
And yet, among these realms, some were more elusive, more mythical than others.
There was a place where all things met and unraveled. A place where the chains of fate and the currents of destiny could be seen as threads in an infinite loom.
A place where causality intertwined and diverged in endless streams.
A place where only the divine, known as True Angels, could tread.
This was The Weave.
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"ARGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Caine's scream pierced the heavens, raw and primal, as if the very essence of his soul was being unraveled.
