Still dripping wet from her swim earlier, Jayne's excitement had turned into an antsy outburst within herself, as she was beginning to feel anxious to see who the soul was in their previous life. She had no clue that the unspoken questions she had before were going to be resolved so soon.

She turned to face Dimitri, ready to speak, but she didn't utter a sound, as he became soaked from Jayne's damp tail, which she was furiously wagging back and forth. She slowly averted her gaze away from Dimitri, pretending as if she didn't realize what had just been done to the only deity she merely met. She apologized quietly to him, not wanting to see his reaction.

He held his hands at an angle close enough together to form a shape, protruding his dripping wet arms away from his chest. There he began to mumble some words under his breath while concentrating his attention on an empty horizontal wall.

This old fellow appeared to be focalized on nothing. Maybe he's just insane. Jayne told herself this as she observed nothing occurring to or around him. A dazzling light shone just as the chanting came to an end. “It resembles a firefly, but it's much tinier.” Jayne was astounded by how luminous the tiny firefly was. She wished to touch it and secure it for herself. She could feel the warmth of the glow from where she stood, Dimitri suddenly drew his arm back as she approached it.

“There's one more thing. Just as a heads-up, little wolf. Everything you're thinking is audible to me- I'm not a middle-aged man; I'm much older than I appear. Humph, that's plain disrespectful, and you called me an old fart as well.” As Dimitri chatted on, the little firefly that danced around Dimitri's hands was blasted onto the wall from across the wooden table in a split second. As the light faded, the bare wall, which stood concealed in plants and flaws, apparently contained a few mirrors, as the light vanished.

“Jayne, please address me as Dimitri or Father if you like. Not a middle-aged man or daddy. One of the previous souls, I smuggled, refused to give in on calling me that.” Dimitri continued to mutter to himself as he slumped back into his wooden patted chair. “With that creepy smile of hers, she was freaking me out. She’s a soul I do not wish to understand.”

She caressed her eyelids after blinding herself by witnessing the light of the fire beetle dissipate. Considering if she regretted that decision or not. From a few seconds of recovery, she knew not to do it once more, if the time came. All the semi-blind wolf heard was Dimitri holding in his chuckling, trying his best not to be detected.

“I’m sorry I should have warned you about the light becoming even more illuminated once it leaves my hands. I’ve gotten adjusted to it over the centuries, that I forget that you small creatures aren’t used to looking at something like this.” Jayne noted his unsympathetic apology and clearly understood, that it was his way of payback for calling him names earlier.

The wolf glanced at the wall. It was now holding a second mirror. It randomly appeared after the light diminished. Getting closer, she noticed that the new mirror's frame looked more worn and dull, primarily as if the paint was losing its color, unlike the other mirror hanging there longer.

The other mirror looked more vibrant and still contained its shiny glaze top coat on its frame. Both the mirrors are shaped identical but seemed completely different. Even the reflecting glass looked different. In the new mirror that appeared, there existed thin cracks on the bottom left along with some fainted spots that refused to capture its opposing reflection of the wolf. While in the mirror that hung here longer, she can see herself perfectly fine through it.

“Hey, what’s the point of putting up this mirror that can’t do what it was invented for?” Jayne placed her hands on the dull mirror, feeling the delicate wooden design, scanning as she chipped away the paint from each soft stroke she made. She looked up at the muted shine mirror, discovering some strange patterns on it. With the corner of her piece of cloth, she wiped off the dirt that seemed to have been acclimating over the years.

“Ms. Jayne, did you know that everything in life has meaning after it perishes. You solely ought to sit, observe and listen to their stories.” Dimitri placed his hands on the strange patterns that the mirror possesses. “Just like this mirror and its paint, as well as the glass, this was once someone's past. The damage this mirror shows were the distress this soul suffered when they were alive in their realm.”

Looking at Dimitri, she realized that he appeared too relaxed to be talking about someone’s death. It was kinda disturbing. As she sensed the sun hit her fur, she took a deep breath and looked back at the mirror. The strange patterns she saw earlier were now understandable. How was that possible in any way? She wasn’t capable of deciphering it before, but now she can clearly understand it perfectly. “Miyana Elrod.” It was remarkable to know the name of a dead soul and to likewise be able to witness their past life from just a mirror.

“This is how I was able to see your life as well. It is truly remarkable indeed.” The wolf was at a loss for words. She knew he'd be able to just hear her thoughts, but in her world, raw-level magic can't accomplish a skill like his. “Ms. Jayne, despite my limitations, I can do everything at my disposal, even changing what you were taught as a puppy. Given that your original tongue has suddenly been forgotten. With a single flick of my fingers, here.”

“That old language you grew up with has now been modernized so that the new protagonist can comprehend the world they'll soon wake up to. Everyone else in your former realm, well, they wouldn't even notice the difference.”

Her thoughts began to scramble about after a few heads pauses. He was right; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't remember much of her native tongue at all. She had no idea or hints of remembering any of her mother tongue words. She was starting to feel nauseated.

“Don't worry, Jayne; we can study the language together as we go on.  Just try to remain calm; I now realize this came as a surprise to you.” Dimitri kept rambling about how they needed to support the new main character, but it was becoming tedious. She only wanted to see her children grow up, not work after she died. She turned away, diving into the water, her knees about to give way from the abrupt shock. Dimitri was soon waving at Jayne.