The hiros stood before the dark pit of the inkwell, her facial wings pulled back so that she could gaze down into it. Upon it’s inky surface she could see herself in all her pale moonlit radiance. But looking upon it and seeing herself it did not feel… right. She felt almost as if she was looking upon a stranger, but perhaps that was only because she had been in slumber for so long that she had forgotten what she looked like. Or maybe it was because the inkw...