"I see we have a guest, Markelaina! After petting the tortoise she glances
at you with amber eyes and her lips draw a gentle smile "Welcome, my friend!
I am Glima, the youngest and fourth daughter of the White Queen and Guardian
of this garden. In it reside these flowers, the hopes in the hearts of mortals
as well as those beyond the reach of Death"You notice a pyramid no bigger than your own hand, forged in black metal. All that is around it is dark, leaving a single shadowed patch in this place filled with color and light.
Glima smiles "Just as a candle shines under the deepest night, do does this drop of Darkness face Ma*"
"You see my friend, Despair is essential to the existence of Hope, as well as Light and Darkness cannot prevail without each other.
How can Light shine if all that is around is bright?
MIRROR