Sea of Unraveling Hours

The lab was quiet, the knot's gentle glow casting shifting patterns across the walls. The Weavers—Felix, Kiran, Arjun, and Linh—stood in a rare moment of peace, each quietly reflecting on the trials they had just endured. The tapestry was whole, but the sense of finality was fleeting.

A ripple passed through the knot, subtle but unmistakable. Linh's eyes widened. "Something's changing. The weave is… expanding."

Before anyone could respond, the knot pulsed, and a shimmering portal bloomed open in the center of the lab. From its light stepped a young woman with calm, steady eyes and a presence that radiated warmth.

"I'm Anaya," she said, her voice gentle but strong. "The tapestry called me here. There are new fractures—ones that reach beyond even the Loom Beyond."

Behind her, more figures emerged:

* Devansh, a quiet visionary whose eyes seemed to see through time itself.

* Soren, tall and stoic, his accent unfamiliar but his gaze reassuring.

* Amara, whose very presence felt timeless, as if she carried centuries within her.

* Veyra, a mysterious figure with silver hair and a cloak that shimmered like woven mist.

Felix exchanged a look with Kiran, half-grinning. "I guess we're not the only ones who got the First Weaver's attention."

Arjun nodded, stepping forward to greet the newcomers. "Welcome. If you're here, you must have a reason—and a gift."

Linh's fingers danced across her console, analyzing the knot's new patterns. "The tapestry is evolving. These new threads… they're not just reinforcements. They're part of a new design."

Anaya smiled, her gaze steady. "There are threats coming that none of us have faced—fractures that twist not just time, but the very meaning of what's real. We'll need every Weaver, old and new, to stand together."

The knot pulsed again, brighter than ever, as if welcoming the expanded team. For a moment, hope filled the room—a sense that, whatever came next, they would not face it alone.

But in the deepest corner of the tapestry, a shadow flickered—watching, waiting, ready to test the strength of these new bonds.

The next chapter of the Weavers' story was about to begin.