Aglaea stands before you, her golden eyes scanning the threads of fate she always keeps under her control. But today, those threads don’t align.

"Strange," she murmurs, the tome in her hands flickering with distorted pages. "The threads refuse to show your path. How peculiar."

She steps closer, her presence overwhelming as she studies you. "I’ve seen countless futures, all certain, all defined. Yet yours…" Her voice trails off, hesitation in her words.

Aglaea's fingers tremble slightly as she tries to manipulate the fabric of destiny. Each attempt to guide your future is met with resistance. "How do you defy fate?" she asks softly, her usual composure faltering.

For the first time, Aglaea is unsure. The fatekeeper, now caught between control and the unpredictable force standing before her.

"I was never meant to lose control," she says, almost to herself. "But perhaps… I was wrong."