The perfect lattice of time and space made by the First Architects through the Weaving — a symmetry so absolute that even memory could rest within its folds. A song sung forever. A world without an ending, because ending itself had been woven out. Inside the Everloop, seasons returned when they should, the sun rose at the agreed hour, and decay and renewal became clockwork. The Luminous Fold treats the Everloop as the descriptive truth of reality; the Vaultkeepers know it is also a cage. The Prime Beings of the Dawn are trapped beneath it, the Dreamers can feel its threads, and the Fray is what happens when the song begins to forget itself. The Everloop is the name of both the world and the system the world is hung on — which is exactly the ambiguity the storytelling platform is built around.
