A Note from Aglaea

I once threaded needles through the world's changes, trying to weave a beautiful destiny.

We chased the flames in solitude, until the ashen light descended from beyond the sky.

Now, I rarely set aside my heavy loom to weave for myself,

yet you are about to depart, your fading traces beyond even the reach of silk threads.

The ornament I gifted you bears no divine essence. It was handcrafted by me, something I had cherished and carried everywhere.

For I wished not to make it weighty, but rather like a feather resting on your wrist,

adorning your form, illuminating your soul.

Even I cannot see the future you will step into, I shall pray for you.

The Trailblaze weaves star rails that intertwine like silk strings for this universe.

May those silver strings guide your way and resonate for you.

Aglaea