Seams

The world of Seams was never meant to exist.

It was stitched together from the remnants of dying realms, woven into existence by forces neither mortal nor divine. A land of endless twilight, where the sky shimmered with the faint, shifting colors of lost worlds. Here, the rivers ran with silver light, and the trees whispered in voices older than time. Magic was not just a force but the very fabric of reality, binding the fractured lands together in an uneasy balance.

At the heart of Seams lay the Loom, an ancient mechanism of unknown origin, its threads stretching into the void, pulling new fragments into this ever-expanding world. Some lands arrived in ruins, their people mere echoes of what once was. Others came whole, their inhabitants bewildered and afraid, waking in a world that was not their own.

Legends spoke of a time when Seams would unravel, when the stitches holding it together would fray, and the Loom would finally break. Some believed this would bring destruction. Others whispered of a long-forgotten truth—a world before Seams, before the stitching began, waiting to be restored.

Now, something stirs in the shadows between realms. A tear has formed in the fabric of Seams, and through it, something watches. Waiting.

And for the first time in centuries, the Loom has begun to slow.