Ezra frowned as he examined the weave. While he was still getting used to most of it, he was experienced enough to know what he was looking at.
The pillar hummed beneath his touch, sharing the burden of the weave with him.
Golden threads stretched outward in all directions, wrapping around the whole room, each thread complex in its own right. The weave was so complex, Ezra wasn't sure he'd ever be able to explore everything about it, even if he had a thousand years.
Every thread in the weave was a weave in its own right, each linked to anything that was possible. Places, people, choices, and even secrets.
His hand came up, moving through the weave, until the thread he wanted was in front of him. Of course, he didn't actually touch the weave, but the hand motions made it easier for his eyes to visualize peering deeper into the weave.
