User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-26517142-20161118090904/@comment-28358106-20161119235535

Jeiel suddenly finds himself in a vast tower that stretches on above and below infinitely, with no ceiling and no floor. Only the glittering, rainbow-hued threads of Anansin's web stretches between the walls and between floating obelisks of her own. They are not the chaotic webs of nature, but perfect fractals, lines of destiny. Despite his initial shock and disorientation, Jeiel finds that he can stand and walk normally in any direction, with the threads beneath his feet exactly where they need to be at any given time.

Anansin emerges from their depths.

"Yes, and no, Jeiel.  In the material plane, I am with Alcamarie.  But I will die, and emerge here, to become the ninth wife of the Dark Father.  You, of all, are welcome here most, for you of all others know the Dark Father's heart best, and love his brother as your own.  But to your question..."

He finds himself raised to an Obelisk, looking at an image of himself as his past life plays out.

"Whether or not you are your "true" self is moot.  There are an infinite number of Jeiels in an infinite number of ways, all part of the minds of those who knew you.  When, say, Ansherine thinks of you, you are as real in her mind as you are within the material world.  The Dark Father slew the Jeiel that was there and substituted you for he.  While you switched places, no step in the dance of time was lost, and the balance of the fates was kept once more.  Thus, you are as real as any, perhaps more so, for you are now the one fondly remembered, made real."

Aidlis is floating nearby, silently observing, but now she makes herself known.

''Wash the uncertainty from your heart, Pathbreaker. Do not spurn the gift you have been given by clouding your judgement with doubt once more. You have  the rare blessing of the Dark Lord himself, and by extension, of us. Do not tread that path lightly. ''