It does not create reality. It keeps it from coming apart.
 
The Weaver moves along the invisible fractures between worlds, drawing living threads from within its own body. Each strand binds memory to matter, instinct to form, and one moment to the next.
 
When the fabric of existence begins to tear, it does not mend the wound. It weaves the fracture into something new.
 
Every path charted by The Cartographer, every bond formed by The Connector and every gate left open must eventually pass through its hands.