
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
Amidst the Null Expanse's cosmic unraveling, the Fracture hiccupped—Reality Loom manifested as a shimmering paradox, basically the universe's Ctrl+Z button. Void-threads woven through anti-magic entropy like Thanos knitting mittens from infinity stones. sigh Yes, I'm describing a disc golf tag stitching reality. Do interdimensional weavers get dental?
When the Fracture belched forth Reality Loom, it scanned Utah's arcane weavers. Sensing Clayton Rackham's 941-rated chi, the tag declared: "BEHOLD! A MASTER WHO CAN THREAD THE NEEDLE BETWEEN REALITY AND HIS OWN TRIPLE BOGEYS!" It bonded mid-shank, mistaking his 're-knitting' a tree kick for cosmic craftsmanship. Now weavers whisper: does this prophet truly spin destiny... or just unravel his own fairway lies? sigh Must I narrate his shank rituals too?