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The entities recoiled. The sky-skin tried to heal. But Amirah grabbed the edge of the crack and pulled it wider.

"We cannot," the Loom translated, vibrating her teeth. "We have never been small." amirah adara higher entities

Behind her, the entities did not follow. But they listened. For the first time, they listened—not for prayers, but for footsteps. The entities recoiled

"Look," she commanded. "Look at a mortal who loves you anyway. Not because you're powerful. Because you're lonely. I can feel it—the silence you live in. No one to argue with. No one to surprise you. You're not gods. You're prisoners." "We cannot," the Loom translated, vibrating her teeth

In the simmering twilight of the broken world, Amirah Adara knelt on a shard of obsidian glass, her palms pressed flat against the wound in reality. Above her, the sky had cracked like an egg, spilling colors that had no names—ultraviolet whispers and infra-low groans that vibrated in her molars. She was the last living anchorite of the Order of the Sundered Veil, and she was talking to gods who had forgotten they were dead.

The Loom screamed. It was a sound that turned the air to glass and the glass to dust. But Amirah didn't flinch. She had already seen the shape of the lock. And she had already stolen the key—a tiny, ridiculous thing: the name of a star that the entities had forgotten they had named.