Prologue
We all hang by a thread that winds and unwinds, reproduces and replicates until it wearily unravels within our designs and patterns, tearing apart to be undone, to be rebuilt anew from the pieces of thread into new life.
As I weave, I follow the echo of this archaic ritual. I become the Fate—Lachesis, Clotho, Atropos. I follow the footsteps of Ariadne as I linger in the longing of Penelope. As I weave, I cast wishes to my threads, spells for a life to flow like the threads slipping through my fingers—under my command, with a single knot to stave off its end. I long to journey through it like a thread, back and forth, finding my salvation in turns, twists and yarns of the past, to trace it backward and escape my labyrinth. To explore boundless patterns, risky weaves, dramatic entanglements, and playful twists. And if something falters, to unravel it—pull the thread, gather the skein, and let the elapsed time fade. To cast the stitches anew like my spells and begin again. No one knows how much I dreamt for this—to undo the painful hours of absence and solitude as I gaze at the sea in this sunset, slowly unraveling the day’s weaving, ready to take the thread from its start with each dawn.
The novel is suitable for 18+ readers and contains erotica. All characters depicted are adults.
