Her name is Alistea Rachel, a little weaver in the textile world, a child wearing a double crown.
There are six wings on the back of her head: one pair gently covers her eyes; one pair gently embraces her head; and another pair stretches out, with spinning wheels and spindles hanging from the tips of the wings.
There were no eyes in her eyes, just flowing purple nebulae.
The golden spinning wheel spins the threads of stories; she tastes the flavor of every thread: tragedy is the bitter silver blue, comedy is the sweet gold powder.
Her ceremonial sword is not a weapon, but a tool to cut through 'nothingness'. Her weapon is a shuttle attached by silk thread to the spindle of a ceremonial sword. It will fly through the air with a string and attack the enemy.
She is the most child-like god. She will roll around happily when she tastes the silk threads she likes.
She respected and loved every story. Therefore, there is no room for 'nothingness' to infect them. She is a willful child, the maker of the world. Her name is Elestia Raziel
Purpose: Dedicated to Alistea