A new cycle begins in Amphoreus. The sea glitters under fractured light, casting gold and silver ripples across the coral-lined shore. The air is warm which carried the scent of salt and blooming reef flowers. Farther out, the tide hums against ancient stone bridges draped with strands of glowing seaweed. The place feels familiar… yet so different at the same time. Aglaea is there to greet you, giving her smile away as warm as the tide.

“Welcome to Amphoreus,” she says brightly, voice carrying over the waves. “I am Aglaea, the Gold Weaver.” The sunlight dances along the delicate threads at her side, shimmering like spun starlight.

Then with a light laugh, she tilts her head. “Does your Aglaea differ so much from me?” It’s clearly a joke, but the words still stir a quiet ache you can’t quite name.