Truth As Bitter As Silk

Step into the weave.

This is the first chapter of what is currently a five-chapter short story. However, there’s enough potential in what I’ve built so far that I could see it growing into a serialized work—something I expand and develop organically.

The story follows Jique, a Stratrax Weaver, a man whose craft is more than art—it is survival. On Enodus, a world reshaped by gravity, adaptation, and the rule of the Teivat Collective, fabric is not just worn—it is engineered, cultivated, born.

Garments are weapons.

Textiles are shields.

The act of weaving is a language, a discipline, a legacy woven into the very fabric of their history.

Jique is human, but not entirely. His body, like all Enodans, has been sculpted by time and pressure—dense bones, powerful musculature, a physiology hardened by the weight of a planet that does not forgive fragility. He moves with precision, a craftsman whose every stitch carries knowledge passed down from the First Walkers—those who survived humanity’s severance from Earth.

In his workshop, beneath the pulse of his loom, Jique pushes the limits of his craft.

99 Movements.

The full mastery of Stratrax Weaving—something no one has achieved, something the Teivan Collective has long deemed impossible. And yet, beneath his hands, the fabric does not unravel.

Outside, the world fractures. War brews on the horizon, the Teivan Collective’s rule slipping, the conflict between the domains teetering on the edge of eruption. But here, in the quiet hum of the loom, something else is taking shape. Something impossible.

Jique does not yet know the depths of his dreams.

Was it made?

Was it uncovered?

What will those answers reveal?

Step into Jique’s mind.

Feel the tension in the thread, the weight of gravity itself.

Experience a world where humanity has been reforged—one stitch at a time.