RESTORATION Unisex Hoodie

Weight: Medium-Heavy

Material: 80% Organic Cotton, 20% Recycled Polyester

Design: Printed glyph design on chest, logo design on upper back

The Weavers of Light

Once, there existed - or so the oldest whispers claim - a people dwelling in a land of everlasting light.

These people possessed a gift, or perhaps a knowledge, the likes of which does not exist in our world. They could take light itself and weave it as one might weave thread. With their hands, or their minds, or their songs (the tales differ), they shaped luminescence into forms both simple and impossibly complex.

For the most part, they used this art as we might use clay or paint. Their dwellings shimmered with decorations that caught no dust, for they were made of nothing but radiance held in careful patterns. They wrote their thoughts in glowing marks that hung in the air or lay upon surfaces as a wondrous glow. Children played with toys spun from the light of the heavens - or so the stories insist, though who really can separate truth from such a fable?

There was however a further purpose for this light.

Among these weavers were healers, though their methods bore no resemblance to herb or poultice. They knew certain forms - specific arrangements of woven light - that possessed the quality of restoration. A particular curve here, a specific angle there, symbols that to the uninitiated eye appeared merely decorative, merely letters of some arcane alphabet. Yet when crafted by one who understood their deeper nature, these forms became something else entirely.

A mother would bring her feverish child. The healer would weave. The light would take shape - a glyph, a sigil, a letter - and where it touched, or perhaps where it simply was, the fever would break. A broken bone would knit. A wound would close. Or so it is told.

Time, as it must, moved forward. That people and that place dissolved into legend. Some say a great catastrophe befell them. Others suggest they simply departed, or transformed into something we would no longer recognize. Perhaps they were never quite real in the way we demand reality to be.

And yet... some evidence remains. Patterns that catch the eye with a strange familiarity, as if they mean something just beyond recollection.

Are these the healing glyphs of the light-weavers? Are they merely decorative flourishes on clothing and trinkets? Are they nothing but the mind's hunger to find meaning in random marks?

The questions remain. But there are none who can answer.