I walked among the people.
No longer king.
Only a man in shadow.
They did not recognize me.
Good.
I had no answers to offer. Only questions.
Why do some suffer more than others?
Why do the cruel sleep soundly,
While the kind break quietly beneath their smiles?
From these questions, I shaped the next four.
The Mirror of Mercy — for those cursed to feel what others ignore.
The Splintered Mask — for those who never knew who they truly were.
The Mirror-Eater — for those the world can only see in fear.
The Whispering Seed — for those who give growth but receive none.
Each bearer cracked differently.
And I recorded it all.