Fate lost my thread & never picked it up again. Unspooled beneath the loom & left alone, I've wondered the world outside of everyone else. Sometimes rushing along straight & true, sometimes wandering around. And sometimes left to knot myself up into twisted bows.
I feel the winds of Time blowing past, tumbling me along my path. Sometimes I let it reshape the oath I've taken, & see what falls out. And sometimes I'll snag a nail and hold on to what I've become.
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Wandering beneath Fate's loom turned lonely. Away from humanity's tapestry, lost to my own freedoms, an oppression of all choices. Until another thread fell.
She wandered too, the occasional crossing giving each of us a taste of the loom above. Looking back along our lines, we've even tied ourselves together at points.
Scored, twisted, & looped we led our lives. Together & apart, forging our paths at Fate's feet.
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The day Fate moved her work the glare from the cosmos blinded us. The light showing us how we wandered in the shadows of the rest of mankind. How we were only unknowingly making our way as free threads.
We saw in Fate's eyes the paths we'd taken reflected back at us. The shimmer and shine of our lives in the dust beneath wasn't woven into the tapestry of everyone else's lives. We made our own pattern & danced a delicate lace free from Fate's fingered fretting.
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