She nods once again, Her head filled with Her heavy brain, to Calimity, to Mori, and to them.

they open their eyes, slowly, trees still murmuring, eyes still palishly green, "this broken mirror won't fix the snow, you should tell that to yourself" they wispered, but they kept their vessel in the snow, not slowly moving, only blinking as the trees sing for Her, Oh Calamity, how do you not find them guilty?