The holy city that sees no night seems as eternal as the demigod of the Chrysalis of Gold.
Sight is now a burden to her eyes, as the golden threads around her fingertips pass her countless songs of murmurs and blood, the speech of humanity buried in the dust.
Dreams are fabrics of thousands of possibilities, and so is the future woven from the threads of destiny.
The weaver lays down her head and dreams…
… And in that dream, she spies a gold even more bright.

• I. Seam of Thread and Cloth
• II. Pity of Emptiness and Regrets
• III. Curtain of Swords and Weave
• IV. Elegy of Beauty and Ugliness
• V. Weight of Dreams and Slumber

“Trust and selflessness are the two most beautiful garments in the world: one to gift others, one to adorn yourself.”