角色故事•一（解锁条件：角色等级20）
许多年之后，当她无意间找到少女时代织就的衣物，温柔自绸缎流淌而下，令她久无波动的心为之一颤。
世代供奉「墨涅塔」的家族中，人人从小学习一项「美」的技艺，大师们的画像悬于私人浴池的名誉墙上，无时不刻审视着他们的子孙。
谁到了这里不是噤若寒蝉，可偏偏她在那大师目光的重压下轻盈走动。
「绘画失之于虚假，音乐失之于抽象，雕塑失之于笨重，戏剧失之于流俗……」
长辈一脸无奈，稚嫩的声音却让人无法反驳。
「小雅，还能有什么比它们更美？」
她踏出浴池，踮脚舞蹈至镜前，淡金色的长发如瀑般流淌而下。
「不。」
水晕弥漫的镜面上，金色的双眸牵引着万缕千丝的视线——
「我一定会找到——那更美的存在。」
「就是为了这样单纯的理由，后来啊……」衣物的温暖触着指尖，泛起回忆。
她在树庭中淘气攀爬，浴池中沉思想象，只为了拾一枚金叶，一捧灵感的浪花。
她在屋顶跳跃奔跑，在原野逗留张望，为了用丝线重现微风的自由与弥远的花香。
时间流淌，织机不停，她的作品源源不断，于奥赫玛中掀起风潮，一次又一次。
她穿着最为得意的织物拜访神殿，但她仍怀有疑问：「这是美吗？」
那「墨涅塔」的祭司已至暮年，虽难以清晰视物，但女孩的光彩仍刺破了她眼前的昏暗。
「小雅，当你接过『金织』的职责时，你一定能创造出令诸神嫉妒的作品。
「这件衣物，以及穿着这件衣物的你，都是如此美丽…但这并不是『美』。」
「可…美和美丽…不是一个意思吗？」
Character Story: Part I
• Unlocked at Character Level 20
Years later, when she unexpectedly discovers a garment she had woven in her youth, tenderness pours from the silk, gently shaking her long-stilled heart.
In the family devoted to Mnestia throughout the generations, each member is taught a "beautiful" art from a young age. Portraits of the great masters hang on the honor wall of the private bath, ever watching over their progeny.
While many are left speechless by the intense scrutiny of these masters, she moves with an effortless grace beneath their heavy gaze.
"Painting succumbs to pretense, music to abstraction, sculpture to bulkiness, and drama to the mundane..."
The elders show clear signs of defeat, but her voice, young and resolute, silences any objections.
"Little Agy, surely there is nothing more beautiful than these."
Stepping out of the bath, she dances on tiptoes to the mirror, her pale golden hair cascading like a waterfall.
"No."
In the steam-clouded mirror, her golden eyes pull countless strands of attention along —
"I will find it — the existence that surpasses all others in beauty."
"It was for such a simple reason that, later on..." The warmth of the garment touches her fingertips, awakening memories.
She mischievously climbs in the Grove and mused in the baths, all for a golden leaf, a handful of inspirational spray.
She dashed across rooftops and paused in meadows, all to weave the freedom of the breeze and the far-off fragrance of flowers into her threads.
Time flowed on. The loom never stilled. Her creations spark trends in Okhema, again and again.
Dressed in her finest fabric, she visits the temple, yet she still wonders, "Is this beauty?"
The priest of Mnestia had reached her twilight years, her eyesight diminished, yet the girl's brilliance still cut through the gloom before her.
"Little Agy, when you assume the mantle of the 'Goldweaver,' you're destined to craft works that even the gods would envy."
"This garment, and you in this garment, are indeed beautiful... yet this isn't 'beauty'."
"But... aren't 'beauty' and 'beautiful' the same?"
"You still don't understand... and not understanding, that's a good thing, truly a good thing..."
