What follows is me chasing up a random idea in my head, I’ll explain what inspired it in a few days but for now I’ll leave you to guess.
That is often more fun.
Many years ago there was a girl who liked puzzles, she longed for something more to her life and thus enlightened beings of white visited her.
The beings of white offered the gifts with but one price; eventually she would be betrayed and destroyed, torn asunder upon the jagged rocks of an unknown shore.
Readily she accepted these gifts for the gifts were unlike those of this world or any other beyond that of the enlightened. Thus the girl became the angelic queen with skin of silver and the heart of a mortal.
She ruled a kingdom like all queens, a gleaming white city in the blackness of the night’s sky. The Queen had her advisors but most importantly she had her consort one who had pledged his heart and soul to her, as did she to him.
The consort schemed with others, the queen knew of this yet listened to her heart and waited for an explanation. The knife in the back came as foretold and upon this point came a revelation; her skin was that of a mirror glass as it cracked and broke apart.
In her final moments the queen realised that she had only ever been a mirror to his ambition as she slipped though the cracks of her reality into a cold oblivion.
Thus upon the shore her broken form was found, as though a mirror had been shattered upon the rocks and young girl saw a puzzle in the broken Queen’s ruined form before the Enlightened came to offer her three gifts.


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