ACTIONS. ECHOES.
Every choice informs the Pattern
Imagine that each of us is a cosmic Thread. Our Threads are integral parts of reality’s multiversal Weave.
The Weave holds Pattern. The Pattern doesn’t appear on its own. We define it. The Weave remains blank until we mark it with Pattern—through action, silence, memory, fracture.
The Weave doesn’t judge. It remembers.
The Pattern is a record of actions and echoes. A living artifact, both beautiful and broken. It teaches without command, holds without demand, remembers without permission.
The Pattern forms only after we act. A belt leaves welts. Lipstick is the echo of a kiss. We are the Pattern’s authors, every one of us. When our choices align, the Pattern flows with symmetry. When we fracture, it hitches. It frays.
The Weave records all outcomes.
I didn’t invent this. I’ve just gotten old enough to recognize it. Empires collapse. Political systems rot from within. Retail giants vanish. Undefeated teams fall. Marriages dissolve.
Each one a failed Cycle.
Failed Cycles are rarely the result of a single, unforeseeable grand event. Cycle failure at any level is the result of innumerable system fractures over time, driven by the push-pull of competing agendas, myopic vision or a failure to compromise. Or all of the above. Erosion on a timeline. Inevitable.
I gave it a name because naming something makes it harder to ignore. Now I can tell stories about it.
In The Ouroboros Cycle, everything begins with a Thread. Some pull forward. Some drag back. Some loop in on themselves like secrets only the Weave knows how to keep. Elen follows one without knowing she’s being followed in return. Caio begins to see too much, too soon. And Glimlock? He has been eternity’s scorekeeper. So far, chaos is pitching a shutout. But this Cycle isn’t over.
This is not a story about heroes.
It’s about the Weave as a living artifact, responsive and recursive, capable of remembering what the world has tried to forget. Every lie a civilization or system tells itself leaves a ripple. Every silence passed from one generation to the next frays the structure. Every moment of clarity, every act of quiet courage, tightens the Thread again.
It’s all there. Marked into history. Open for study. Every warning, every symmetry. We could learn from it, if we chose to look. But how many ever do?
The Loom adapts. The Forge mandates. The Spiral learns. The Pattern waits.
I didn’t write this trilogy expecting a crowd. There’s enough ruined Cycles to know better. But some truths deserve to be spoken aloud, even if the Pattern is the only one listening.
If this finds you, Reader, maybe your Thread is the one that finds the throughline.
KL Wilks
Author of The Ouroboros Cycle
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