Loomlit is a small lakeside settlement perched on the silvered shores of the Lucent Lakes, where lantern-light once flickered on the water from dusk to dawn. The townsfolk were weavers of light itself — spinning glow from wick and reed, hanging stories from the eaves like wind-chimes. It is said that here, in a single unremembered moment, the first thread fell silent, and The Void drew its first breath. Now Loomlit stands half-faded at the water's edge, its lanterns guttering, its houses unraveling thread by thread — a quiet wound at the heart of Threadbare, where the unraveling first began.