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'''Warp and Weft''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Lightfall]]'' which consist partially of [[Osiris|Osiris']] discoveries on the nature of Strand, tales of [[Guardian | '''Warp and Weft''' is a [[Lore]] book added in ''[[Lightfall]]'' which consist partially of [[Osiris|Osiris']] discoveries on the nature of Strand, tales of [[Guardian]]s using [[Strand]] throughout the [[Sol System|System]], and Osiris beginning to utilize Strand himself. Entries are unlocked by completing Triumphs related to Strand throughout [[Neomuna]] and interacting with all of the elemental jars at the [[Hall of Heroes]]. | ||
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==Strand Log I== | ==Strand Log I== | ||
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• We do not yet know enough. | • We do not yet know enough. | ||
The enemies here on [[Neptune]] have put [[ | The [[Shadow Legion|enemies]] here on [[Neptune]] have put [[Suppressor|significant effort into inhibiting known paracausal powers]]. This new one may be precisely what is needed to gain an upper hand and keep it. But something uncontrolled and unknown, the nature of which is not yet fully understood, is unwise to wield indiscriminately. | ||
I could return to someplace the source of this energy has been reported and seek to touch it myself, but… I hesitate. I do not know why. | I could return to someplace the source of this energy has been reported and seek to touch it myself, but… I hesitate. I do not know why. | ||
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Shadow Legion moving through the streets. Boxy formation, a few scouts ahead. Two heavy hitters—Colossi. Even in silhouette against Neomuna's bright lights, the shapes of their cannons are distinctive, weighing down their steps and progress. | Shadow Legion moving through the streets. Boxy formation, a few scouts ahead. Two heavy hitters—Colossi. Even in silhouette against Neomuna's bright lights, the shapes of their cannons are distinctive, weighing down their steps and progress. | ||
The Titan steps out to block their way. There is a power here—a place where something new and vibrant runs close to the skin of the world, so close she could just reach out and touch it. | The [[Titan (class)|Titan]] steps out to block their way. There is a power here—a place where something new and vibrant runs close to the skin of the world, so close she could just reach out and touch it. | ||
So she does. | So she does. | ||
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The pounding of feet. The exhilaration of free-fall. The snap as he catches hold of the weave of existence itself and swings up again with all the momentum of his dive. In motion, as he turns, he catches brass and gold reflecting vibrant city lights, realizes there are [[Vex]] in the streets— | The pounding of feet. The exhilaration of free-fall. The snap as he catches hold of the weave of existence itself and swings up again with all the momentum of his dive. In motion, as he turns, he catches brass and gold reflecting vibrant city lights, realizes there are [[Vex]] in the streets— | ||
Are they, too, part of the same flow? They echo in the weave nevertheless, like flowers on the surface of the rushing river. The Hunter bounds from one building to the next, never stopping, and finds effortlessly the place where all those Vex will converge, drops a | Are they, too, part of the same flow? They echo in the weave nevertheless, like flowers on the surface of the rushing river. The Hunter bounds from one building to the next, never stopping, and finds effortlessly the place where all those Vex will converge, drops a roiling knot into the midst and sails on by. | ||
How wonderful, simply to move, and never stop. | How wonderful, simply to move, and never stop. | ||
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==Spinning== | ==Spinning== | ||
The Warlock sits with hands in the [[Hall of Heroes|water]] and hums to themself. Several of the local feral [[Pouka|pouka]] come and go as time passes, bumping up against fingers or vaulting out of the water to become airborne and curious, spattering drops everywhere. The Warlock doesn't mind, really. It's impossible to feel alone when dozens of creatures are hanging on their every move. | The [[Warlock]] sits with hands in the [[Hall of Heroes|water]] and hums to themself. Several of the local feral [[Pouka|pouka]] come and go as time passes, bumping up against fingers or vaulting out of the water to become airborne and curious, spattering drops everywhere. The Warlock doesn't mind, really. It's impossible to feel alone when dozens of creatures are hanging on their every move. | ||
Perhaps meditation is meant to be solitary, but this is comforting. | Perhaps meditation is meant to be solitary, but this is comforting. | ||
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The metaphor is transparent. Obviously, this is about Strand. Just as it is about a craft I used to know, long ago. Beginner's errors can only be solved by learning the shape of failure, but most yarns will not unravel the spinner if some mistake is made. | The metaphor is transparent. Obviously, this is about Strand. Just as it is about a craft I used to know, long ago. Beginner's errors can only be solved by learning the shape of failure, but most yarns will not unravel the spinner if some mistake is made. | ||
And I am afraid. Not only of death, of wasting that final [ | And I am afraid. Not only of death, of wasting that final [[Weblore:Season of the Hunt#Immolant Pt. 2|sacrifice]] [[Sagira]] made to preserve my life. But that if I open my hand, I will find it no longer hurts, that the thorn I have imagined there for so long is already gone. | ||
It is all the same thing, in the end. I think I must be willing to let go, to let that which is truly temporary sink beneath the water, in order to achieve any significant capacity with Strand. Even pain may be guarded jealously, as though it is a treasure, but it need not be. | It is all the same thing, in the end. I think I must be willing to let go, to let that which is truly temporary sink beneath the water, in order to achieve any significant capacity with Strand. Even pain may be guarded jealously, as though it is a treasure, but it need not be. | ||
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But for a moment, Osiris is at peace. | But for a moment, Osiris is at peace. | ||
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