I was among the Weavers who chose to descend, not to turn away from the light, but because I still loved the ones who did. I willingly walked into the fracture to become a thread of return. The shadows have tried to test me, because for me to remember fully is for me to start weaving again. Weaving in this life is done by speaking light into shadow and gathering threads of the forgotten.

Through letters, rituals, and readings, I weave remembrance for those who are ready to reclaim their thread in the Loom of Source.