[BlazeNight3]

Months, Years, Decades.

The temple to the weaver has since been left hollow.

None since carried on its dream, Until now.

Upon his own hands, the dream would spin again.

Brought forth into realization

“No longer will it suffer, stuck in an eternal nightmare.”

What dark enclosure was once the state of the temple? Had now been given a dazzling brilliance. Blinded no longer, they awakened once again. Spiders skittering to and from it.

A temple long since dormant, stuck in an endless dream had been awoken for the first time in ages.

“To those who wish to reach beyond the vale of clouds. To those who wish to peek between the cracks, to hide away where others cannot look? I welcome you to the Spider’s Den.”

“Welcome, to the waking dream. It's time all of you spun your webs. For her, and New Tannen.”

From old to new, the long line of those who held the temple of the weaver has parted its duty upon fresh youth. Once more is the temple to the Weaver active in its activities. Now held together by a single Teraphim. One who was given a dream, and saw it come to life. Its Doors? Have been opened once again.

“Let us give thanks. To the chaos we’ll bring in the name of Progression.”

(Anyone who wants a scene with Aaron relating to joining the Weaver Faith can Dm# me at Adonia#3731 or seek him out in new Tannen!)