Luna stood frozen in front of the throne made of woven light, her heart pounding louder than the silence around her.
"...Mom?"
Her voice broke mid-word.
The woman stood up slowly, her movements regal despite the wear of time. Her long black hair shimmered like moonlit thread, and her eyes—those same storm-gray eyes Luna saw in her reflection—glowed faintly.
"Is it really you?" Luna stepped closer.
Yuna nodded, voice soft. "You've grown so much. Just like I saw in my dreams."
They stared at each other for a moment, time unraveling between them. Then, without hesitation, Luna ran into her arms. Yuna held her tight, like she was trying to memorize her shape.
"I thought you were dead," Luna whispered, voice cracking.
"I almost was." Yuna pulled back, brushing Luna's hair behind her ear. "But the thread wouldn't let me die. It locked me here… in the place between fate and choice. I've been waiting for you, anak.
Yuna led her to a glowing tapestry on the wall—one that shimmered with moving threads. Names, events, memories… and scars.
"This is the Loom of Origins," Yuna explained. "Where all fate begins… and ends."
Luna stared at the endless weave. "Why was I chosen?"
Yuna's face turned serious.
"Because you're not just a Threadbearer. You are the Final Thread itself."
Silence.
Luna blinked. "That's not possible."
Yuna held out her hand. "Touch the weave. Let it show you."
Luna hesitated, then pressed her palm to the tapestry.
In an instant, her vision exploded.
A flash of Rae Jin as a child—eyes wide, holding a blade too heavy for his hands.
A glimpse of Aelius, crying in a garden of silver flowers.
Yuna, standing in front of a council, her thread severed—by her own brother.
And Luna… not being born, but being spun, directly from the Loom itself.
Not conceived. Woven.
She stumbled back, heart racing.
"I… I'm not even human."
Yuna's eyes were pained. "You were made to become what no one could control. A living thread. That's why the gods feared you."
Luna's head spun. "Then why did you leave me?"
"I didn't," Yuna said quickly. "I tried to hide you. Rae was supposed to protect you.
But—"
Luna cut her off. "Why does he have a blue thread?"
Yuna's face changed.
"Because…" She hesitated. "Because Rae… made a deal with the Loom. He gave up his fate—traded it to alter yours. And now his thread… is cursed."
Luna felt the floor tilt under her.
"I trusted him…"
"He loves you," Yuna said. "But love built on lies can still destroy."
Before Luna could speak again, the Loom pulsed—angrily.
A voice boomed through the chamber.
"The Final Thread must not awaken."
The light dimmed. The air turned heavy.
Yuna turned to Luna, urgency in her voice.
"You need to go. The Loom is rejecting you now that you know what you are. You'll be hunted—not just by Thread Eaters, but by fate itself."
As the room began to unravel, Luna's body turned to light.
Yuna held her one last time.
"Remember this: the thread doesn't bind you. You bind it."
And then—
The Loom shattered into white.
Back in the cavern…
Rae struggled to sit up. His blackened thread floated above his hand like a dying ember.
He clenched his fist.
"I have to protect her… even if she finds out what I did."
A sound echoed behind him.
He turned.
Aelius stood at the entrance, arms crossed.
"You look like hell."
Rae didn't flinch. "You here to finish me?"
Aelius smiled faintly.
"No. I'm here to tell you… Luna knows."