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You may say that your existance has been less than perfect. I shall do you one better. Mine has been perfect. Except, it has been a perfect replica of glass. Not very long ago, one shattered that glass, and my life became Hell.
Perhaps now I can sympathize with my mother.
My name? You truly wish to know? Upon my land, I am known as Sunshine. To my people, this name is cursed. To my people, I am the result of a curse, or rather, the cause of one. I am Sunshine, the Daughter of Bloody Sunrise. If you fail to shudder at -that- name, perhaps you should speak with some of the eldest of our people. They need to only look at the dawn, to weep. They need only to look upon me, to turn away in disdain.
