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How is the concert going?
[It went very smoothly.]
The Song of Brilliance wears the Persona of Eden, concealing the joy belonging to the Fool of the Dome, allowing its outward demeanor to display the elegance and grace of Eden.
Trying on new clothes?
Through the shared view, she saw her reflection in the mirror.
A stunningly beautiful woman.
"Ah."
Her wine-red, satin-like hair flowed over her shoulders, and her deep purple dress was woven like twilight. The openwork lace at the chest concealed the full, plump, snow-white breasts that were too big for one hand to grasp, and intricate gold thread embroidery wrapped around them, outlining breathtaking curves.
Beneath the high slit of the skirt, a pair of long, beautiful legs encased in delicate black stockings gracefully slid out, and that fleeting glimpse of fair, smooth skin was enough to make anyone's heart race.
So beautiful, just like me!
Brilliant Song indulged in a moment of self-admiration in her heart.
"how are things?"
[Ugh, those guys are like persistent ghosts, they'll use any dirty trick to grab headlines.]
I'll be staying here for a while to relax. Tell me what's been happening lately.
"Thanks a lot."
Eden's tone was sincere, and even tinged with apology.
The dirty infighting and endless harassment of the entertainment industry that she should have faced are now being shielded from her by another version of herself.
In this way, she could freely travel in the fantastical world of Onphalos.
This made Eden very embarrassed.
There's no need for formalities between us.
The song of brilliance was performed with composure.
She was just playing around; Eden's boosting time was hundreds of times longer than hers, so we should thank her.
"recent……"
Eden shook his head. The 'nearest' on Earth would be several years in Onphalus.
Just as Eden was about to recount the recent events, a light and innocent loli voice came from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of running footsteps approaching from afar.
Boom boom boom!
A lively, even somewhat impulsive, knocking sounded at the door.
"Is this Aglaia? Come in."
Eden smiled faintly and whispered, "It seems our story time will have to be postponed until tonight."
"Teacher~"
The door to the room was pushed open, and a small, golden, fluffy head excitedly ran in.
She was a girl of about twelve or thirteen years old, radiating vibrant life force.
Her long, golden hair, as radiant as ripe wheat, cascaded down smoothly, shimmering with a golden sheen in the light, dazzling and captivating.
Her smooth, delicate skin seemed to shimmer with a spiritual aura.
She held a neatly folded piece of fabric in her small hands.
Judging from the size, it is clearly a dress designed for her own use.
"Teacher, look! My new artwork is finished! What do you think? Isn't it beautiful?"
The blonde girl ran up to Eden, eagerly unfurling the folded fabric, her face full of anticipation as she awaited his evaluation.
It was an intricately woven white dress.
The edges are outlined with delicate white lace, giving it a pure yet slightly elegant look.
Near the hem of her skirt, the girl embroidered a circle of undulating wheat ears with extremely fine needlework. Each awn was clearly visible, and the wheat seemed to sway in the breeze as the skirt moved.
"Yes, it's a very good piece of work."
Eden looked at the dress with a gentle expression.
"Whether it's the fineness of the stitches or the ingenuity of the design, Aya has made great progress compared to last time."
The dazzling song in the background observed the young girl in front of her with great interest.
Sure enough, she remembered correctly.
This is Aglaia.
"There is no standard answer to art."
Eden extended her slender fingers and touched the area near the shoulder line of her dress.
"We need to find our own way of expression through continuous experimentation. I can give my answer to Aya for reference."
"If it were me, I would probably choose a dropped shoulder design that better fits the natural curve of the shoulder, and use a softer lining to increase the drape."
"The idea of this circle of wheat ears embroidery is fantastic, but perhaps we could consider moving them slightly higher to echo the waistline, and using sparser stitches to represent the undulations of the wheat waves, which would make it visually lighter and more layered."
"What do you think?"
"Oh~"
The blonde girl listened attentively, blinking her fluorescent green-to-gold eyes, seemingly imagining what the fabric would look like after being modified in the way her teacher had done.
Indeed, that alteration of the weave would create a different kind of beauty.
But Aglaia didn't think she was wrong either.
Just as the teacher said, there is no standard answer in art.
As the teacher's art collided with her own ideas, a glimmer of light appeared in the girl's eyes.
"I have a new idea! Teacher, I'll show it to you after I've revised it!"
The blonde girl said, clutching the fabric, and ran out with her two slender, snow-white legs.
Full of energy, with a touch of mischievousness typical of a naughty child.
That child is...
However, when he made eye contact with the young girl and examined her face closely, the micro-expression master Qiong·Brilliant Song noticed something hidden deep in the girl's eyes.
"Do you remember that very talented student I mentioned to you last time?"
Eden stood up, walked slowly to the window, and followed the little girl's golden hair as she disappeared around the corner of the courtyard.
"It's her, Aglaia... Her family recently suffered a huge tragedy..."
Eden's voice lowered as he slowly recounted his experiences over the past few years.
Because of the unique nature of the Brilliant Song's body, it does not age and its lifespan is endless, giving Eden ample time.
She traversed the land of Onphalus on foot, hiking and exchanging artistic ideas with bards.
Eden's long-standing activities have made it famous.
When she encountered a suitable city-state, Eden would settle down, experience the local customs and traditions, and learn about their beliefs and legends, which often inspired her to create songs.
Besides being a musician, Eden has many other identities... model, artist, owner, and design master.
In the original timeline during the apocalypse, the uniforms of the Firemoth were all designed by the great artist Eden.
She came to Fisos, a city-state that worshipped the romantic Titan Meneta, two years ago.
In the city of Fisos, there lived a priestly family that had worshipped Meneta for generations.
Meneta is a Titan symbolizing beauty and love, and the priestly traditions of the families that worship Him are naturally different from those of other Titans.
To demonstrate their devotion to Meneta, every member of the family was required from infancy to be immersed in the cultivation of 'beauty' and to master at least one art of 'beauty'.
You could say they are an artistic family.
Anyone you pick out is an artist.
Countless works of art renowned throughout mainland China bear the family crest.
Even next to the private bathhouse is a wall of honor, with portraits of the family's ancestors hanging on the wall, constantly scrutinizing and spurring on future generations.
“Aglaia is the youngest daughter of this generation’s patriarch, and is the family’s true little princess.”
"But this child has been different from others since he was little."
Before the world-renowned works of art of their ancestors, the younger generation remained silent, learning and watching with utmost respect.
Yet, the young girl moves lightly under the weight of those ancestors who led artists across time and space to convey their gaze through their works.
"Painting falls short of falsehood, music falls short of abstraction, sculpture falls short of clumsiness, and drama falls short of vulgarity..."
This is Aglaia's assessment of those artworks.
It was indeed beautiful, but not beautiful enough. She wanted to find, no, she was determined to find something even more beautiful than that!
The girl playfully climbs in the tree garden and ponders in the bathtub, all in an effort to pick up a golden leaf or a handful of sparks of inspiration.
Leaping and running on the rooftops, lingering and gazing in the fields, all to recreate the freedom of the breeze and the far-reaching fragrance of flowers with silk threads.
"Ultimately, she chose textiles... or, in modern terms, clothing design."
Well, as long as it's not biochemistry, environmental science, materials science, or civil engineering, it's a promising career path.
The song of brilliance expresses its approval.
Eden: "...?"
She always felt that 'another self' had become somewhat... well, detached, after spending a long time on Earth with her own body.
Why did she choose textiles?
"...It might have something to do with me."
Eden shook his head and chuckled softly.
After settling in Fezos, her creative inspiration, accumulated from her travels, flowed like a spring.
Eden began searching for materials, bringing his inspiration to life.
To create a garment that you are quite satisfied with.
It was encountered by Aglaia, who was searching for 'beauty' everywhere, going up mountains and down rivers, digging in the ground and digging in the mud, climbing trees and stealing birds' nests.
Just one glance.
Just one glance.
The blonde little girl was instantly captivated by the outfit designed by Eden.
She saw a beauty that was different from that of her ancestors.
After all, Eden comes from a pre-civilized Earth and possesses modern clothing design concepts.
Although there are no standard answers in art, the ideas that were several eras ahead of the Middle Ages still attracted Aglaia.
Could it be a naturally gifted artistic physique?
A brilliant song murmured to himself.
Even across several eras, one can still discover the advanced design concepts and beauty in Eden's clothing.
"After that, the child became attached to me, insisting on becoming my apprentice to learn textiles and design..."
Most artists are very rare talents.
Just like a martial arts master discovering an innate martial arts saintly body, why not quickly take him as a personal disciple?
Eden is no exception.
Moreover, Aglaia is the apple of the family's eye, and she has to pay to become an apprentice.
Of course, Eden wasn't a vulgar person who would measure art by money; however, she did need money for her travels.
Even great artists need to make a living!
Even the most extraordinary soul cannot create on an empty stomach.