Realms and Doors

Every Thread Leads Somewhere

Not all doors are made of wood.
Not all locks require keys.
And not every path leads forward.

Across the Weave, doors appear in places where the threads knot tightly—where memory, magic, and meaning converge. Some are stable. Some are not. Some whisper. Some wait. Some open for everyone. Others open only for you.

No one builds them. They’re formed—by feeling, by resonance, by the echo of something that needs to be seen. A thread out of place. A story left unfinished. When the Weave shifts, doors appear like blinks in reality. And behind them? Worlds. Moments. Healing. Danger. Truth.

Threadweavers have learned to recognize their types. There are many, but the most known are:

Memory Doors

These open into a person’s past—not just recollection, but lived experience. They are born from unresolved emotions: grief, guilt, joy that faded too soon. Inside, the world bends to the memory’s tone. You might walk into a garden filled with voices you’d forgotten… or a battlefield you never left.

You do not relive the moment.
You witness it.
And if you’re strong enough…
you stitch it closed.

Memory Doors are fragile. And sometimes, they show memories that were never yours.

Realm Doors

The most stable kind—doors that link one realm to another. They connect places where the Weave flows strongest: world to world, village to castle. Most Threadweavers use Realm Doors as bridges between tasks, carrying hope from one broken land to the next.

Some are fixed.
Some shift.
All of them open from need.

Not Yet Doors

These are the rarest—and the most dangerous.

They don’t lead to memory.
They lead to possibility.

Not Yet Doors appear when a soul stands on the edge of becoming. They show what could be—if one dares to open it. Inside, time doesn’t quite behave. Futures shimmer, half-made. Choices feel sticky. It’s easy to get lost in the maybe.

Some say Not Yet Doors are made by the Threadcore itself.
Others believe they’re the Weave’s last attempt to change a story before it breaks.

You don’t walk through a Not Yet Door lightly.
You walk through when you’re ready to risk everything you are… for everything you might become.