A Note from Aglaea

Dear {M#Mr.}{F#Miss} , 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