And yet, as she looked out on the world, she was the only one. She hated so much, there was always contempt behind every thought. The anger would stain, over and over again, leaving all her clothes red.

"Are you afraid of me, then, mirror? Afraid I'll right go and break you to pieces? Well you should be, because I would! I'd like to right now infact."

"The greatest beauty is that of the mysterious. To tell you would kill it." She whispered. "Find it for yourself; that is the right way to know."