• We are all instruments of fate.
    When I became an angel, I thought about changing my name to some version of fate or destiny, but by then my mentor had already introduced me to everyone as Sumire. It’s a flower, my mother’s favorite flower. She said that my eyes were the same color. I don’t know for sure, I’ve never heard of a flower called that, except from her.
    To me, it seemed like all the events in my life were leading up to a single moment: my death. It wasn’t until I died and saw the Tapestry that I knew how wrong I was.
    Phoenix was my mentor. The first thing she did was kill a small child, telling me it was my fault. In the next few weeks, a lot of her threads were my fault.
    Threads are human lives, woven into the Tapestry. We, as instruments of fate, cut threads when their time has come. A persona can die without us present, but then they become a loose end, an unraveling thread, an agent against fate.
    I was one of those. An agent against fate. I took my own life and unraveled half the Tapestry.
    Now, I try to make up for it. I stick to the Tapestry in the strictest sense, obeying the dictates of fate. Because I’ve seen what happens when people go astray. Death. Death and destruction. And I will not let that happen.