角色故事•一（解鎖條件：角色等級20）
許多年之後，當她無意間找到少女時代織就的衣物，溫柔自綢緞流淌而下，令她久無波動的心為之一顫。
世代供奉「墨涅塔」的家族中，人人從小學習一項「美」的技藝，大師們的畫像懸於私人浴池的名譽牆上，無時不刻審視着他們的子孫。
誰到了這裏不是噤若寒蟬，可偏偏她在那大師目光的重壓下輕盈走動。
「繪畫失之於虛假，音樂失之於抽象，雕塑失之於笨重，戲劇失之於流俗……」
長輩一臉無奈，稚嫩的聲音卻讓人無法反駁。
「小雅，還能有什麼比它們更美？」
她踏出浴池，踮腳舞蹈至鏡前，淡金色的長髮如瀑般流淌而下。
「不。」
水暈瀰漫的鏡面上，金色的雙眸牽引着萬縷千絲的視線——
「我一定會找到——那更美的存在。」
「就是為了這樣單純的理由，後來啊……」衣物的溫暖觸着指尖，泛起回憶。
她在樹庭中淘氣攀爬，浴池中沉思想像，只為了拾一枚金葉，一捧靈感的浪花。
她在屋頂跳躍奔跑，在原野逗留張望，為了用絲線重現微風的自由與彌遠的花香。
時間流淌，織機不停，她的作品源源不斷，於奧赫瑪中掀起風潮，一次又一次。
她穿着最為得意的織物拜訪神殿，但她仍懷有疑問：「這是美嗎？」
那「墨涅塔」的祭司已至暮年，雖難以清晰視物，但女孩的光彩仍刺破了她眼前的昏暗。
「小雅，當你接過『金織』的職責時，你一定能創造出令諸神嫉妒的作品。
「這件衣物，以及穿着這件衣物的你，都是如此美麗…但這並不是『美』。」
「可…美和美麗…不是一個意思嗎？」
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..."
