The wise man predicted twin sisters would change the world. Fear spread, and the townspeople plotted in secret. As the empress neared childbirth, the kingdom heightened security. On a moonlit night, shadows crept through the palace. Guards stood ready, but the unseen force was too swift. The empress's cries filled the chamber-until silence fell. Moments later, the soft cries of newborns broke the stillness. Then, the moon vanished behind clouds, and with it, the babies' cries. One twin had been taken. The kingdom searched in vain. Years later, the prophecy resurfaced. The night of their birth, the moon granted each sister a gift: one could extract gold from flowers, the other could solidify it. Their true destiny was yet to unfold.