Chapter 165: The Loom

The Loom realm burbled on as happy as it had been the last time I was here, clicking its way into the future of its own accord. Threads flew at a steady pace, winding outward toward who knew where-the Loom realm, for all I understood it, encompassed everyone and everything in Creation from day one until it chugged to an end, finally, hopefully a long, long time in the future.

Chaos reacted with disdain, though she didn't protest all that hard, as though she thought it silly and unhelpful to ponder the odd evolution of this place, of the Loom itself and its present state of being. She'd been silent, I realized, during our time at the beach aside from that one suggestion she'd made, during Kismet's funeral, and I wondered if she even had the capacity to miss the foreteller I'd come to adore.