Sleep was a luxury Mira couldn't afford. She paced the lab, replaying the Watchers' warning in her mind. Every step, every choice, felt like it could unravel the world.
Felix and Linh pored over data, searching for patterns in the chaos. Arjun brewed coffee, his steady presence a balm against the panic.
Kiran spoke up, voice barely above a whisper. "What if the fracture isn't just a place? What if it's a person?"
The room fell silent. Mira stared at the knot, remembering the stories—of Weavers who tried to rewrite the stream, of sacrifices made and secrets kept.
A new anomaly flashed on the screen: a shadow moving through the time stream, leaving broken threads in its wake.
Felix frowned. "That's not a glitch. That's deliberate."
Mira's fear crystallized into determination. "Then we hunt the shadow. We find the Weaver behind this."
But as she reached for the Chronocapsule's controls, the knot pulsed with a warning—
—and a voice echoed in her mind:
"To heal the tapestry, you must face your own regrets."
To be continued…