text: [Themes: Fantasy]
  
  > describe your surroundings
  I saw a simple, large, circular room. Within the room were three
  pedestals, each one meter tall. Each appeared the same, each was
  spaced a uniform distance from the walls and from each other. Each
  pedestal was the same in physical construction. They were made of
  iron. On one of the pedestals was a lamp. On another was a necklace.
  
  A small circle had been inscribed around the exact center of the room.
  
  I saw the beginnings of many undercurrents there. That room would
  soon be a focal point for a cataclysmic occurrence.
  
  > enter the necklace
  I entered my container as I could do nothing else. I could not depart
  until I was summoned anew.
  [My section of these chronicles was complete.]
  
  *An implosion of Purpose*
  
  "Mirror, mirror, in my hand
  Who's the fairest in the land?"
  
  As the servant of the mirror, I was compelled to answer my summoner
  truthfully. I replied to her as I had many times to that same
  question.
  
  "What I say to you is true
  No girl alive is as fair as you"
  [I waited while she basked in her vanity.]
  
  Sela occupied the majority of the room. To her right was the foot of
  a bed. To her left was part of a closet door. Just behind her was an
  apple. My mirrored space was a reflection of that, but the real world
  continued beyond any such parameters.
  
  Sela gazed into the mirror.
  
  > About yourself
  I appeared in form the same as my beholder, though with a certain
  ethereal quality.
  
  > examine Sela
  As human consensus judged such things, she was the most beautiful
  woman who lived at that time.
  
  > examine the apple
  I saw nothing special about the apple.
  
  "As sure as the moon, I'll see my face soon," said Sela. With that,
  she set my hand mirror down.
  
  > examine the mirror
  [I waited again for someone to look into my mirror.]
  
  *An implosion of Purpose*
  
  Again, Sela held the mirror and asked a question.
  
  "Mirror, mirror, I must know more
  Are any more beautiful that came before?"
  
  one so many times. Yet, always, eventually, a summoner would ask a
  question that required a disappointing answer. And when her Will was
  low I would absorb her essence into the mirror, gaining all the more
  knowledge.
  
  I replied,
  "Alas, a fairer girl did once abide
  Her name was Seegan, I must confide"
  
  > press the green
  [I waited for her to understand.]
  
  *An implosion of Satisfaction*
  
  Except for Seegan and Labiiq, my previous summoners were consumed with
  Aje. Sela then too was without it. A challenge awaited and her
  resolve hardened, her Will became high. At that moment, I possessed
  more Purpose than I had since Labiiq.
  
  When Purpose was integrated sufficiently, I could move reflected
  objects near me to the void of the non-reflected. And I would be able
  to implement the final segment of my plan if she agreed to my
  proposal.
  
  > press the green
  [I would then relate that.]
  
  "Ugly turned fair
  Winter came to a vault
  A wish granted from there
  Tainted not with cursed fault
  
  A man clever with care
  Turned retreat to assault
  
  You will soon learn the why--
  The heart of the matter
  
  I lead them to three
  Who would give them their fame
  
  Only freedom would please
  No more life in a frame
  
  I must join them thereby
  Or that Purpose is shatter
  
  Set me there in that Nowhere, two-thirds likely my tomb
  On another pedestal, a lamp among the gloom
  Long before The Choice is made, the beauty legend you assume
  
  > press the green
  [I waited for her to understand.]
  
  Sela did think on this proposition.
  
  > move apple
  I pushed its reflection to the nothingness that was the Void. And
  that which was being reflected disappeared as well. Sela observed the
  action with dispassion.
  
  > enter the nothingness
  I was confined to my mirror.
  
  > examine the bed
  I saw nothing special about the canopied bed.
  
  "The risk-reward is fair I feel
  I say to you we have a deal," said Sela.
  "How do I reach this 'Room' that you mention?
  And how shall I leave, by what convention?"
  
  I replied,
  "An earthly servant shall take you down
  First pack your bags and leave this town
  Meet it at the Heart of Clay
  It owes the mirror a favor, say
  
  Set me on the final top
  Make sure I stay, I must not drop
  
  Its magic word, its name unique
  To leave the way your kind has done
  Just step into the middle sun
  
  Pick me up for objects weeded"
  
  Sela set me down and presumably readied herself for her journey.
  [I waited.]
  
  quickly. I heard a deeper voice in mid-sentence, "... inquiring about
  the death of Ayla Exeter." Another voice offered, "It's a shame, it
  is. With each passing day, she was becoming the most beautiful woman
  in the land. I'd like to get my hands on the knave who gave her that
  poisoned apple."
  
  Sela brought up my mirror steadily and turned her back. She offered
  sweetly, "Brave men, a second please brace. Allow a poor woman a
  brief check of her face." "Awww, you don't need t' do that m'lady.
  You're the most beautiful in the land," said the second guard.
  
  In a clear view by then, I could see two men slowly, very slowly,
  drawing conclusions from the conversation that had just transpired.
  
  The road through the gates was narrow, the gates were made of steel.
  To her right was a bearded guard. To her left was a bespectacled
  guard. My mirrored space was a reflection of that, but the real world
  continued beyond any such parameters.
  
  Sela was detained for questioning, nonchalantly holding up her mirror.
  
  > move bearded guard
  I pushed his reflection to the nothingness that was the Void. And
  that which was being reflected disappeared as well. Sela observed the
  action with dispassion.
  
  happened.
  
  > move guard
  I pushed his reflection to the nothingness that was the Void. And
  that which was being reflected disappeared as well. Sela observed the
  action with dispassion.
  
  Sela calmly put my mirror back in her pack.
  
  pedestal in the Room of Choices. I told her truthfully that the lamp
  she sought was dangerous, so that she need merely speak the name
  inscribed upon it--'Canloc'--to invoke the djinni within.
  
  San influenced her wish in its typical way.
  
  I awaited Destiny.
  [My section of these chronicles was complete.]
  
  "A little boy entered the Room. He stood on his toes to reach the top
  of one of the pedestals.
  
  The End."
  
  "Which one did he choose, Nanny Exeter?!"
  
  "We live in a world where the only servants are human, my child.
  Think on that as you fall asleep. Good night, sweet one."
  
  > Wait
  Time passed.
  
  > wait
  Time passed.
  
  "As sure as the moon, I'll see my face soon," said Sela. With that,
  she set my hand mirror down.
  [I waited again for someone to look into my mirror.]
  
  *An implosion of Purpose*
  
  Again, Sela held the mirror and asked a question.
  
  "Mirror, mirror, I must know more
  Are any more beautiful that came before?"
  
  one so many times. Yet, always, eventually, a summoner would ask a
  question that required a disappointing answer. And when her Will was
  low I would absorb her essence into the mirror, gaining all the more
  knowledge.
  
  I replied,
  "Alas, a fairer girl did once abide
  Her name was Seegan, I must confide"
  [I waited for her to understand.]
  
  *An implosion of Satisfaction*
  
  Except for Seegan and Labiiq, my previous summoners were consumed with
  Aje. Sela then too was without it. A challenge awaited and her
  resolve hardened, her Will became high. At that moment, I possessed
  more Purpose than I had since Labiiq.
  
  When Purpose was integrated sufficiently, I could move reflected
  objects near me to the void of the non-reflected. And I would be able
  to implement the final segment of my plan if she agreed to my
  proposal.
  [I would then relate that.]
  
  "Ugly turned fair
  Winter came to a vault
  A wish granted from there
  Tainted not with cursed fault
  
  A man clever with care
  Turned retreat to assault
  
  You will soon learn the why--
  The heart of the matter
  
  I lead them to three
  Who would give them their fame
  
  Only freedom would please
  No more life in a frame
  
  I must join them thereby
  Or that Purpose is shatter
  
  Set me there in that Nowhere, two-thirds likely my tomb
  On another pedestal, a lamp among the gloom
  Long before The Choice is made, the beauty legend you assume
  [I waited for her to understand.]
  
  Sela did think on this proposition.
  
  > move apple
  I pushed its reflection to the nothingness that was the Void. And
  that which was being reflected disappeared as well. Sela observed the
  action with dispassion.