At the Vault's heart was a loom — ancient, massive, unmoving.
But as Aiden approached, a single silver thread hovered above it. It pulsed once, then unfolded into a mirror of thread.
Inside it — not a reflection, but a memory.
He saw her — Lyra.
A real moment.
Their fingers intertwined. Laughter. A vow.
> "If I'm ever forgotten… find me in the stars."
The vision shattered.
Aiden fell to his knees.
> "I remember… I remember loving her."
> "Then the Vault has done its part," Meyric said. "Now you must decide — do you pull the full thread, or leave the rest buried?"
Aiden's voice cracked.
> "I want all of it."
He reached toward the loom.
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At the Vault's heart was a loom — ancient, massive, unmoving.
But as Aiden approached, a single silver thread hovered above it. It pulsed once, then unfolded into a mirror of thread.
Inside it — not a reflection, but a memory.
He saw her — Lyra.
A real moment.
Their fingers intertwined. Laughter. A vow.
> "If I'm ever forgotten… find me in the stars."
The vision shattered.
Aiden fell to his knees.
> "I remember… I remember loving her."
> "Then the Vault has done its part," Meyric said. "Now you must decide — do you pull the full thread, or leave the rest buried?"
Aiden's voice cracked.
> "I want all of it."
He reached toward the loom.
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