I am Widow, Nephrite’s weaver of fate. Humans cling to their dreams — weddings, romance, the perfect dress. Such delicate fantasies… so easy to unravel. All Nephrite needed was a single thread of silk, and through it I drank in Akiyama’s passion stitch by stitch. When her emotions reached their peak, I emerged from the fabric she cherished. My webs bind, my threads suffocate, and even Sailor Moon struggles once she’s caught in my loom. Every bride imagines a veil — I simply make mine the last thing they ever see.