The Seamstress
The Four Sectors' Border Region.
Inside a relatively wider path in the maze-like canyon was a certain individual. She had the appearance of a woman in her sixties, sporting grey, braided hair. Her face was slightly wrinkled, though she still retained her glamour.
Moreover, her face seemed accentuated by a regal beauty that only the wisdom and maturity of age could give. Each of her actions were lithe and graceful. Moreover, she exuded a sense of peace, making the entire atmosphere around her similar to her aura.
Two men, seemingly in their twenties, were kneeling on all fours side by side, acting as the chair she was seated on. On top of that, they didn't seem troubled by this. Instead, they were in bliss to serve her. Their faces were slightly flushed as waves of giddy feelings emanated from their heart upon every subtle action of the old lady.