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[repairedbywebs]

The Weaving shudders.

Shudders.

The garage will remain open.

To Employees, Family, George, Jolly, Tony, Light, Doumeki Papa Midnite, Arthur Hellsing, and the Corinthian//unhackable

The warehouse doors will close soon.

Choose which side you'll be on.

Comments

[fate_defiant]

The...what? What's that supposed to be?

[repairedbywebs]

The Weaving is reality.

[fate_defiant]

That's what they call it on your world?

[repairedbywebs]

In a manner, yes. My people call it that.

[fate_defiant]

If it's somethin' so abstract, how do you know it exists?

[repairedbywebs]

I can see it.

[fate_defiant]

Does it look the way it sounds?

[repairedbywebs]

No, not quite.

[fate_defiant]

I kinda' picture a giant tapestry when I think of weaving.

[repairedbywebs]

That's about right.

[fate_defiant]

So it does look the way it sounds. That's certainly an interesting way of lookin' at it.