Born: Unknown

Hidden in the drifting mists between worlds, the Fogweaver is a shadowy figure spoken of only in hushed tones throughout Whimbrassel. Neither fully seen nor truly understood, this enigmatic being is said to move with the silence of falling ash and the patience of ancient clocks buried long ago. Some claim the Fogweaver was once a brilliant inventor who wandered too far into the Chronoglass, unraveling the boundary between memory and mist. Others insist it is a guardian of forgotten secrets—collecting the stray moments people lose when they are frightened, distracted, or dreaming.

No one knows for certain.

The Fogweaver never speaks, yet its presence carries the faint hum of twisted gears and distant echoes, as if time itself is trying to whisper warnings through it. Wherever it drifts, lanterns flicker, shadows stretch, and the air tastes faintly of cold copper. It is drawn to powerful artifacts—especially those that bend time or memory—and its long, threadlike fingers can pluck secrets straight from the air.

Though frightening in appearance, the Fogweaver is not purely wicked. It follows rules, guided by motives that remain hidden behind its shimmering veil. Some believe it steals memories to protect the world from truths too dangerous to remember. Others fear it is weaving something… assembling fragments… preparing for a moment only it can see coming.

In the quiet folds of fog, where forgotten moments gather like dust, the Fogweaver waits—watching Madilynn, Madison, and Professor Cogglepotts with curious, unreadable intent.

Whether friend, foe, or something in between…
no one can say.

But one thing is certain:
where the Fogweaver goes, destiny follows.

Mysterious figures in the fog of Whimbrassel

The only known picture of the Fogweaver