The deepest of secrets lies in the darkest of places, or so I would say.
Unfortunately, this isn't the darkest of all places.
Nor is the deepest of all secrets.
A drop of gold as the means to collect the most amazing deed.
Bleaming desire for a chance at happiness.
Decisive gestures made in seemingly fragile steps.
An ephemeral golden mirage.
Accompanied by the purest, blinding will to live.
"This is the gift I give to you, Enjel."
"Enjel..."
"That is your name, and this..."
"This is... A mirror..."