The inexorable flow of time often defied comprehension, its cadence as capricious as the wind. Moments could stretch into eternities, while eons could condense into fleeting instances.
This perplexing paradox had lately occupied the thoughts of the Goddess of Fate and Destiny, who often found herself grappling with the elusive nature of time.
Today, the silver-haired goddess embarked on a mission to intervene in the maze of existence, to awaken a strand of fate from its prolonged slumber. Upon a drifting cloud, the silver-haired goddess traversed the celestial expanse, her eyes set on a flowery path that led to a mystical realm known only to the denizens of the Underworld - the Garden of Passing Souls.
