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At night, he sits at his ancient desk with an antique quill in hand. His brain ticks and tats, shifting between his world and theirs, never knowing where he'll end up next. The Word-Threader pieced together patterns of colours, touch, emotions and feelings. Putting together a complex composition of all he knew, his quill top feverishly flailing through the wind at the sudden gust of inspiration. Hours trickled by, he swept his brow and collapsed on his desk. The last patch-work has been done and hung, awaiting to catch people's attention and leave his mark in the world.