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I loved my mirror, more than my husband himself
more than myself. That is when I realized I had to get rid of it.
My husband brought that mirror shard to me as a gift. I got sick, so sick I barely moved. My husband told me I should get rid of my mirror, because the more I stared at it, the more I admired it, the sicker I got. I ignored him, I told him it was mare coincidence, I told him to back off, to leave me alone, to leave me and my mirror alone..
most people would say it is a stupid piece of glass, since it is broken. It has markings, not Hylian, no
I knew that language, from an ancient book of history, it was twili. Though I couldn't read it.
Then one day, that young man in green pleaded me to hand him the mirror. I was in luck, the mirror was safely locked in my room at the top of my home's tower.