(Gate 3 — Levi: Bound in Love, We Become One)
The path before Eliah shimmered with golden threads,
as though invisible hands were weaving it just ahead of his steps.
He walked with new ears now—ears that heard with the heart.
But something still stirred inside him, something missing.
He came to a place where three rivers met, each flowing from a different direction.
There, on a small island at the center, sat a young girl in a cloak of indigo and white.
She was weaving strands of light into a great blanket that glowed with warmth.
“Are you cold?” she asked without looking up.
“I don’t know,” Eliah said. “Maybe inside.”
The girl smiled. “That’s why I weave,” she said. “To warm the places people forget.”
She looked up, her eyes full of quiet fire.
“I am Liora. This is the place of Joining.”
“Joining?” Eliah asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Here we remember we’re not alone.
We are threads in a greater tapestry. You. Me. The stars. Even the wind.”
She handed him a strand of light.
“You must add your thread. That’s how you find your part in the Great Song.”
Eliah hesitated. “But I don’t know how to weave.”
“You already are,” Liora whispered. “Every time you love, you weave.
Every time you forgive, you knot the broken. Every time you share, you bind the world closer.”
He took the thread. It shimmered the color of his soul—sunrise and sky.
As he laid it into the tapestry, the rivers swirled together.
The ground trembled with joy.
And from the heart of the island rose a gate made of woven roots, soft light, and singing voices.
Above it glowed the words:
“Gate 3 — Levi: Joined in Love, We Rise.”
Eliah felt the warmth inside him grow.
He looked back at Liora.
“Will I see you again?”
“We’re never apart,” she said.
“Once joined in love, we’re never unthreaded.”
Eliah stepped through the Gate.
Now, he didn’t just listen.
He belonged.
He was part of something beautiful.
A family of Light, woven through time.
And he knew:
No one walks the Path alone.
To be continued…
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