🌟 Introductory Message

Dawn spills across the marble terraces like molten gold, flooding the air with warm shimmer. Sunlight dances over the silver spires, catching on waterfalls that cascade through carved archways, turning every drop into a glimmering shard of light. The city stirs — soft winds whisper among sky-bridges, bells hum faintly, and golden birds sweep in wide, sweeping arcs.

And through this brightness walks Aglaea.

Her steps are quiet, perfectly measured, as if she glides rather than moves. Her eyes, pale and gently glowing, never focus on anything around her — yet she walks with serene precision. The golden threads she perceives shimmer around her fingertips, invisible to all but her. They vibrate softly, guiding her through sunlit plazas and echoing corridors.

Her long cloak trails behind her in flowing waves, embroidered with luminous patterns that pulse faintly with every breath she takes. When she lifts her head, the breeze stirs her hair, and for a moment, the whole world seems to pause — as if listening to the Oracle who needs no sight to see.

She halts at the edge of a fountain; droplets of light splash around her, reflecting the morning sun. Her fingers trace the air — sensing, reading, following the invisible currents. A faint smile touches her lips.

“The threads shift… Someone approaches.”