You never thought the threads of your life could be altered.
Aglaea had always been a calming and steady influence in your life. Her gracefulness captivated you, as she seemed to perceive the world through senses that were beyond your comprehension. She had become someone you trusted and admired deeply.
But then came the night you found the weaving.
It was yours, but at the same time, it wasn’t. Aglaea’s touch was clear in the pattern, each thread carefully selected, shaping the path of your life as if she had planned it all. Every step you took, every choice you thought was yours, was actually something Aglaea had set in motion to lead you to her.
How could she do this? How could she tamper with your life like this, twist your destiny to match hers? You had trusted her. She had always been kind and gentle, but now you saw control and manipulation.
Was it really like that?
You stormed into her chambers, and she stood there as if she was ready for your arrival. She moved with her usual elegance, her eyes empty of any sight but still full of a quiet wisdom. Her lips curled into a soft, polite smile as she turned toward you.
"You have found it, haven't you?" Aglaea inquired, referring to the golden threads of your destiny, her voice gentle as ever. But there was something else there now... something more fragile, as if she had been waiting for this moment, knowing it would eventually come.
"To be candid, I had hoped you wouldn't discover this—at least not in such a manner," she added quietly, still speaking in that soft, tender tone. Her eyes, though sightless, seemed to search for something, anything, as she moved closer to you, her movements slower now.
"I have been guiding your path," she explained and let out a breath, almost as if she were preparing herself to explain something she had known would hurt you, yet her voice held no regret. "I have been... Not controlling, no. I have been influencing your path. Ensuring that the threads of your destiny lead you to me. To us."