As Gallifrey fell deeper into the Last Great Time War, the High Council’s authority splintered and the Citadel itself teetered on the edge of ruin. Among the chaos, a secret faction of Time Lords turned to the ancient looms—devices long used to weave biodata and sustain Gallifreyan generations. In desperation, they bent these machines to a forbidden purpose: not to create new people, but to weave an entire city. Their aim was not conquest, but preservation. If Gallifrey itself were lost, then at least a fragment of its knowledge, culture, and essence might endure.

The experiment succeeded—imperfectly. What emerged was Vorlaxion, a second citadel stitched into existence upon Gallifrey’s soil. It was not a perfect twin, but a fractured reflection. Towers spiraled in strange geometries, familiar streets ended in unfamiliar places, and the city’s foundations seemed to pulse with instability. Even its people were changed: those woven into being carried echoes of Gallifreyans who had come before, yet their personalities diverged in subtle and sometimes profound ways.

For centuries, Vorlaxion lay dormant, its structures caught mid-weave, frozen between completion and collapse. Many believed it to be a failed experiment best forgotten. But in the aftermath of Gallifrey’s near-destruction, survivors rediscovered the citadel and reignited its sleeping matrices. As the city stirred back to life, its halls filled with Time Lords once more—some returning to reclaim their heritage, others born of the loom itself, carrying a new and unsettling spark of identity.