Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4242

Chapter 4242: The Loom I

When skies crack wide and Veils grow thin,

When Dead and Living merge as kin,

When Folds collapse to crushing dark,

The Loom preserves the chosen spark.

First comes the thinning of The Veil,

The Dead arise where Living fail,

Then tears appear in reality’s seam,

As nightmares walk and dreamers scream.

THE Creature’s works shall turn to dust,

Early powers break like rust,

Quadrillions, Quintillions fall to null and void,

As Everythings are all destroyed.

But we who dwell within the Frame,

We who know the Weaver’s name,

We who paid the price to enter,

Stand secure in Loom’s great center.

For when the Fallout comes to call,

And Civilizational falls to thrall,

When Zero Scale meets final rest,

The Loom alone shall stand the test.

No Hunger’s jaw can breach our wall,

The Loom protects us from the Fall.

Count your fortune, chosen few,

Selected from the countless who,

Will face the ending unprepared,

While we within The Loom are spared.

Remember those who built this ark,

Who saw the coming of the dark,

THE Living Paradox who knew,

What none outside could misconstrue.

So when you hear the outside cry,

When trillions beg before they die,

Remember that you earned your place,

Within The Loom’s protecting grace.

For Existence ends beyond these walls,

The mighty crash, the lowest falls,

But we shall wait in patient power,

Until arrives the Blooming Hour.

When Fallout fades and birth begins,

When those inside The Loom step in,

To fill the void that ending made,

As architects of the next parade.

This is the promise, this the creed,

The Loom provides for those in need,

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