The Weaver's Observatory

You Aren’t Supposed to Be Here After everything you had to do to get here, your heart falters at the sight of the stone tower in the distance. It looms, a fulcrum of reality, all the more foreboding for how it seems to ignore you. The sound of your every footfall threatens to interrupt the distant twang and clack of an impossible and intricate mechanism. The blasphemy of your approach can be felt …