Weaver's Silence
Prologue: The Weaver’s Lament Before time was a concept, prior to the emergence of light swaying in the emptiness, was only the Web—and the Weaver who spun it. Ananse, the spider-god did not create out of love, or out of interest. It wove because that was what it had always done. Strand by strand, realities blossomed in the silence between its legs, each universe a glittering node in the infinite tapestry. It did not guide them. All it did was… weave. For eons, this was enough. But there in the infinite darkness lay the Antithesis, Adze Ma. The First Thread Cut At first it did not the firefly did not have a name, for names were things of mortals and it was anything but. It was Adze Ma—the Maw, the Devourer, the shadow that flickered at the edge of existence. Where Ananse wove, Adze Ma unraveled. Not out of malice. Not out of spite, but because it, too, could do nothing else. Its first successful consumption was a minuscu...