Within the phosphorescent glow of the dreamlike Giant Tower, a "cocoon" purely woven from golden strands is unraveling itself, magnified many times over.
It lies in the center of the room, with faint ghostly lights flickering. Each strand seems imbued with its own life, detaching and turning into light points that eventually dissipate, gradually revealing an incredibly beautiful figure within.
She wears a luxurious and noble gown, adorned with a delicate crown, standing taller than most men. Her light golden hair is glowing. No, her entire being is emitting light—her hair, attire, and skin—all radiating a pure, fairy-like luminescence.
This is a young maiden, appearing to be around eighteen or nineteen years old.
When she slowly opened her eyes, it was as though stars lay within them, clear as spring water, a free and beautiful aura perfectly manifested upon her.
