Fractured Reflection
I, Fractured Reflection, held a mirror to the heartstone’s light, its truth whole until the fox’s paw struck. The gem shattered, and my glass broke with it, each shard a twisted lie. I carry one, its reflection warped, showing only half the story. The fox laughed as I fled, its crow nodding in the cracks. Look into my broken mirror—its fragments hide the heartstone’s full shape. The Veil dims with each lie I bear. Seek the truth in the splinters, where light bends and deceives. Will you see the whole, or trust the fox’s half-truths?
The Crow King’s broken heart cries for its shards—will you heal it? Buy more Crows Confetti to gather the Veil’s lost truths. Seek the fox’s secrets at thecloakedfox.com, where betrayal’s shadow hides hope’s fleeting light.