Celestial Weaver, The

This audiobook is narrated by a digital voice. In the highest tower of the Ethereal Observatory, where crystalline walls caught and refracted the light of distant stars, Lyra Astralynx stood before the Great Loom of Fates. Her fingers, luminescent with celestial power, danced across threads that shimmered like captured starlight. Each strand represented a life, a destiny, a choice yet to be made in the mortal realm below. The art of celestial weaving had been passed down through her bloodline for millennia, each generation of Starweavers tasked with maintaining the delicate balance between fate and free will. Lyra's mother, Celestine, had been the most gifted weaver in centuries, her tapestries so intricate and beautiful that they had become the stuff of legend among both gods and mortals. But Celestine had vanished three years ago, leaving behind only her daughter and an unfinished tapestry whose purpose remained a mystery. Tonight, as the twin moons of Aethermoor reached their zenith, Lyra felt an unusual tremor in the cosmic threads. The Great Loom hummed with an energy she had never experienced before, its ancient wood seeming to pulse with a life of its own. The golden threads that represented joy and triumph flickered uncertainly, while the silver strands of sorrow and loss grew brighter, threatening to overwhelm the carefully maintained balance. "Something is terribly wrong," Lyra whispered to herself, her voice echoing in the vast chamber. The observatory had been built by the first Starweavers as a bridge between the celestial realm and the world of mortals, its walls inscribed with protective runes that had kept it hidden from those who would misuse its power. But now, even those ancient protections seemed to be weakening.