The maelstrom screamed around her. The unknitting process began rapidly. She felt the fibers of her existence unravel and shred. A voice in the distance told her to be strong and not to fear, this was not her undoing. She stood steadfast in the storm that pulsed around and within her. The surges of power tried to force her down but she did not move. She believed the voice, if only she could remember to whom it belonged. Then for a second the chaos was quiet. The dark stripes encompassing her changed to bright colors, rebuilding her, reweaving her existence.
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