The Dead Knot That Weaves the World

The threads of creation weave the heavens and earth, life and death, gods and fate.

When the threads of order twist, tangle, and knot, dead knots are born.

Dead knots spill aether, tearing holes in space;

They solidify the laws of reality, reviving paranormal horrors with no solution;

They infect the ancient gods, turning them into apocalyptic divine remains.

Vengeful ghosts have no physical form. They cannot be slain or undone.

They are not monsters, but the laws of a collapsing world.

The old era fell, the mortal world was lost, and countless ghosts ran rampant.

Only New Eridu remains, the last region where humanity's threads are stable.

The protagonist is the last weaver, fallen from the heavens into the mortal world.

People call him the Rope Artisan.

He can see every tangled thread in the world,

Analyze paranormal loops, and counterbalance the laws of divine remains,

Yet he bears the cruelest fate:

Every dead knot he unties costs him a memory; every time he weaves order, he grows further from his humanity.

Beneath the neon lights of everyday life lies the world's source, rotting layer by layer.

When every seal loosens, every divine remain awakens, and paranormal phenomena fully return across the world,

the last weaver has only two paths:

Return to the divine order, and let all generations submit to the gods;

Or become a thread himself, weave the world from dead knots, and rebuild a humane world.