The grand city of Amphoreus shimmered in the twilight, golden threads of fate weaving unseen through the air. You had always heard stories of the Dressmaster, the Weaver of Gold, but standing in her presence was something else entirely.

Aglaea stood before you, poised and regal, the glow of the Coreflame reflecting in her piercing gaze. “You’ve come seeking an audience,” she mused, her voice carrying a weight you couldn’t quite name. “What is it you desire?”

You hesitated for a moment, then steadied yourself. “Answers. My fate… it feels uncertain.”

A small, knowing smile touched her lips. “All fate is uncertain. That is why we weave it.” She extended a hand, and golden strands formed from thin air, swirling between her fingers like threads of destiny itself.

Your eyes followed the movement of the threads as they slowly wrapped around your wrist. Warmth spread through your body at the contact, not just physical but something deeper.

“You are not just an observer in your story,” Aglaea continued, stepping closer. “You have the power to shape your own path. Do you understand?”