The Loom screamed. It was a sound that turned the air to glass and the glass to dust. But Amirah didn't flinch. She had already seen the shape of the lock. And she had already stolen the key—a tiny, ridiculous thing: the name of a star that the entities had forgotten they had named.
"Look," she commanded. "Look at a mortal who loves you anyway. Not because you're powerful. Because you're lonely. I can feel it—the silence you live in. No one to argue with. No one to surprise you. You're not gods. You're prisoners." amirah adara higher entities
The entities recoiled. The sky-skin tried to heal. But Amirah grabbed the edge of the crack and pulled it wider. The Loom screamed
"We cannot," the Loom translated, vibrating her teeth. "We have never been small." She had already seen the shape of the lock