"If I do this," she said, her fingers trembling, "I will no longer be a person. I will be the light itself."
Dzefrina vanished into the glow, but every time a star flickers, the people of the worlds below look up and whisper her name, knowing she is still there, weaving the light that keeps the dark at bay. dzefrina_tarkan_orkroma_stars_jasha_me_romeske_...
In the velvet silence of the Great Void, there lived a weaver named . She didn’t weave wool or silk; she wove the light of dying suns into the tapestries of new galaxies. Her hands moved with a frantic, beautiful grace, pulling silver threads from the ether. "If I do this," she said, her fingers