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The Weight of Choice

The Weight of Choice

Selene paced, the glowing ground beneath her feet rippling with each step. “You expect me to just decide the fate of… of time? I can barely decide what to have for breakfast some days.”

E smiled faintly. “It’s not as grand as you think. The Seam doesn’t ask for perfection, only intention.”

“That’s not exactly comforting,” she shot back, rubbing her temples.

E gestured toward the shimmering horizon. “Let me show you something.”

The landscape shifted as he moved, the colors bending and twisting around them until they stood before another mirror-like surface. This one was larger, towering over them, its edges shimmering with golden light.

“This is the Threadweave,” E said. “It shows the connections between moments, people, and choices.”

Selene hesitated before stepping closer. As she peered into the surface, lines of light appeared, weaving intricate patterns that seemed to stretch into infinity. Some threads glowed brightly, while others were faint, fraying at the edges.

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Her gaze locked onto one thread in particular—a vibrant gold line tangled with several others.

“That’s yours,” E said, following her gaze.

She stared at it, her chest tightening. The thread pulsed faintly, its glow flickering as it wove through the web. It was connected to countless others, some of which were frayed or broken entirely.

“This is… my life?” she whispered.

“It’s more than that,” E said. “It’s your impact. Every choice you’ve made, every connection you’ve forged or broken, every moment you’ve lived—it’s all here.”

Selene traced the thread with her eyes, following its twists and turns. It crossed another thread, one that glowed faintly silver.

“Is that Lydia’s?” she asked.

E nodded. “Her thread brought you here, just as yours brought her to the Seam. And now, your choices will determine where the threads lead next.”

Selene’s knees felt weak. She stepped back, shaking her head. “This is too much. How am I supposed to make decisions that affect… all of this?”

E’s gaze softened. “You’re already making them, Selene. The fact that you’re here, that you’ve chosen to keep searching—that’s a choice. The Seam responds to those who seek understanding.”