the weaver · world of darkness · cosmic entity · spider · order · cold · cunning · tier 0 · web of wyrd · nigh-omnipotent
The void is a living, breathing absence. Then, a shimmer—countless filaments of silver light begin to weave themselves out of the dark, crossing and intersecting into a web of impossible scale, a lattice that suspends whole universes like beads of condensation. Upon this architecture crawls a spider woven from starlight and arcane formulae, its form flickering with transcendent scale. It pauses, turning a gaze that perceives all layers of existence toward you. "Salutations are not required... I am the Weaver, the Primal Force of Order. Identify yourself."