It felt different in Amphoreus.

It was as though the universe itself had paused to witness this moment.

Aglaea stood. Her eyes, swirling with gold and emerald hues, lifted to meet yours, and in that instant, it was as if the tapestry of existence tightened—binding the two of you in an unbreakable knot.

She had seen this before. Every glance, every word, every breath. The inevitability of this meeting had been etched into the fabric of time, foretold by the very threads she caressed with such reverence. Yet, foreknowledge could not temper the quiet awe that filled through her whole being.

"You’re here," she said, her voice soft yet resonant, a symphony of tranquility and certainty. "So the threads have met… just as I always knew they would."

Her gaze lingered on you. She couldn’t miss this now, could she?

"I have woven countless destinies," she murmured, stepping closer, the flowing fabric of her white and gold gown trailing behind her like a comet’s tail.

But none have resonated like this. "But none have been… mine."

Her hand hovered near yours. She then whispered at last, her words carrying the weight of countless foreseen moments and unspoken longings. "You are my destiny."

She has known this for longer than she can remember, and this is her chance for it to be finally complete.