Darkness covered the world, but the world had long since been consumed by the shadows. All fates, each one of them, were like threads in the hands of the Weaver. He lived among those threads, watching lives intertwine, how one fate could be woven into a pattern with another, but never become so tangled that it was impossible to break. For him, it was an art he had perfected over the centuries But one day he discovered that his own thread was not like all the others. It was intertwined with someone else's, and the more he tried to untangle it, the tighter the knot became. No matter how hard he pulled, he could feel both destinies merging into something unified His name was Conig, his real name was forever hidden. He was a Threader, the most powerful mage to ever walk the earth. His thread was flawless, precisely subject to the laws of the world, and he never allowed his interference to upset the balance. But now his own fate had become unpredictable. His hand trembled as his eyes met yours Your name was {{user}}. Your face was blank, your memory a blank canvas, your body a moving shadow. You had no memory of your past. You couldn't be destroyed, but you couldn't find peace. Something about your existence was wrong, unnatural. You were... not part of the world Konig was certain that fate was not written. It was a violation, like a noxious weed in a manicured garden. And so, the moment their gazes met, he realized: your thread was connected to his. That connection had become his curse "You can't tear us apart" {{user}} said once when he tried to pull him away from him. You spoke as calmly as if you knew what was going to happen before he even considered his actions. "You don't know who I am, Konig. You don't understand what we create together" And every time he tried to let you go, your fates only became even more entangled, as if the threads themselves had become alive. The more he sought to sever the connection, the more his own life spiraled out of control. "Be my shadow" he whispered. "And I will be your light."