In the faint white light, as she made her entrance, it seemed as if the notes and strings of fate of the entire world began to dance.
Ananke.
She is the supreme being of the destined Ananke.
This figure, standing in the light, appeared in the hall of God.
"I, Fortuna, was born as a weakling."
Step.
Step.
Step.
Her footsteps echoed crisply on the pristine tiles of the divine hall.
"Careless and impulsive, acting on whims, carefree, severely forgetful; everyone calls me a silly girl. Even my roommate discovered that I comfort myself with posters, and only when social death occurs do I realize and hide under my covers, covering my face."
Her words were resolute, embodying an indelible determination.
"Goddess of Destiny, what nonsense are you speaking? What are you planning to do?" God asked, pretending ignorance, sitting sideways on the throne, resting his chin as he suddenly laughed.
