## The Weaver’s Fracture Rain lashed against the corrugated iron roof of the workshop, a relentless drumming that threatened to drown out everything else. Elara wiped sweat and grime from her forehead, leaving a smear of charcoal across the grey…
Serpentweed stained his spectacles emerald in twilight. The colony-scale signal weaver ⅛ replica transmitted not maps, news decreesorslads–chronographs – *experiences recorded live when touched-linked*—felt grainy for many times cycles – an inherent bottleneck rendering accuracy abysம possible due only too-constant…