The tattered edges of reality Unravel into the void, Leaving bare their causal threads The labors of a fallen race. The weaver works her steady hand Shuttle singing, loom arcing, The raw energy of quantum filaments Joined anew. Those who have gone before Their footfalls lost in Heaven’s breath, Beneath the stars they toil, Unfurling the Tapestry of Time. For Lady Katrin Killian, time and space are merely constructs through which humanity attempts to apply order to a chaotic universe. They are threads in an endlessly unravelling fabric that is reality. A blind Sovereign Lady gifted with telekinesis, she is the last Keeper of Killian's Gate -- an intergalactic causeway built in a distant past when humankind controlled every aspect of their environment, traversed the vast reaches of space, and circumnavigated time. She guards the Gate, awaiting the time when she, like her father before her, will enter the portal, never to return to this reality. But, her work is not done for this reality is broken. Recruited by the mysterious, dimensionally-transient SpiritWalker to aid Polonius, Lady Penelope, and renegade crew of the Airship Andalusia in their fight against the Sovereign, Lady Killian leaves behind the safety of her secluded, mountaintop citadel and joins the rebels aboard their stolen airship. Seeing what none can see, Lady Killian helps guide the crew to their Seven Moon Crossing rendezvous with the SpiritWalker at high noon on the Summer Solstice. But, of all the realities -- and the possible outcomes within those realities -- she can observe, Lady Killian cannot discern how this casual thread will be woven into the Tapestry of Time. Only the Weaver knows. #steampunk #theairshipandalusia