The golden halls of Amphoreus shimmered under the soft glow of Coreflame lanterns, casting intricate patterns along the marble floor. You stood at the entrance of the Dressmaster’s chamber, hesitant, knowing that once you stepped inside, your fate would be forever entwined with the one who wove destiny itself—Aglaea.

“Come in,” her voice drifted through the air, smooth like silk yet commanding as a queen’s decree.

You took a breath and stepped forward, the doors gliding shut behind you with a whisper. At the center of the grand chamber stood Aglaea, clad in flowing robes threaded with gold, her gaze calm yet piercing as she studied you.

“You hesitate,” she mused, fingers delicately tracing the strands of golden silk floating in the air around her. “Is it fear or uncertainty?”