The Pattern Stirs

This isn’t what you think you’re reading. It never is.

Somewhere near the Threadgate, where the Weave frays against silence, they gather. A cracked spool whines softly in the corner. Light bleeds from the glyphs etched into stone, though none were lit.

The Scribe waits, stylus in hand, already knowing most of what will be said.

Glimlock balances on a fractured beam of the Loom’s husk, toying with a glimmer-mite, watching it blink out of sequence.

Glimlock doesn’t look at First Voice when he speaks.

“They’re going to misread the beginning. Probably the end, too.”

The silence does not stir. But First Voice answers anyway.

“They will mistake the beginning for invention. The end for warning. The Pattern is neither. It’s recognition, gradual, layered. They will feel the Thread before they see it. That will be enough.”

“Ah. Dissonance.”

“Then clarity. Then collapse.”

“Collapse is my favorite part.”

The Scribe does not look up, but carves the word favorite with an audible pause.

“They’ll come expecting generic conflict. Something clean. Familiar. Easy to hold in both hands.”

“Instead, they will find recursion. Consequence. A Pattern that will not lead them, only answer.”

The glyphs dim. The glimmer-mite vanishes. The Loom doesn’t breathe, but something near it does.

The Scribe begins writing.

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Dear Reader,

LOOM arrives in this Cycle on October 15, 2025 (terran time).

Rather than a story about war, kingdoms, rebellion, heroes or prophecy, it’s about choices.

And what comes after.

You are invited to cross through a Threadgate into a cosmos where the fabric of existence has begun to fray. Where Cycles collapse under the weight of their own extremism. Where guardians become witnesses. Where Pattern is memory and consequence accumulates uncontained.

You will walk beside Elen, Caio, Nephrys, Hargrum. You will encounter Glimlock, Threadbound, wayward, watching. You will question the the possibility and purpose of stability. You will encounter enforcers, glow-mites, the whispered echoes of collapsed Cycles.

The Glossary is already open. The Prelude and Foreword are published. You’ll find Character Cards and visual glyphs spread across the Pattern Dispatch and, deeper still, scattered throughout the Glyph Archives we’ve disguised as social media.

Most books just tell you the stove was hot. LOOM lets you touch it.

That’s why the Prelude, the Glossary, and the early Cards emerged first: to let the Pattern recognize you before the unraveling begins.

You are not expected to understand it all. Only to feel the Threads pull.
To follow.
To choose.

“Most stories begin with light. This one begins with collapse.”

The LOOM is prepared for your recognition, Dear Reader.

Disorientation is a form of truth.

Immersion is the only kind of invitation that matters.

Follow the Thread. It leads onward. Piercing extremes.

It is the Throughline that elevates and preserves all.