Book Three: The Hobestan

Every thought you think is safe, every memory held dear. They can rip them from your mind, then mad you shall appear. To all those watching you spew words that make no sense. Listless, wandering ever since, there is no recompense. The Abadia know nothing yet, maybe they will soon. The mirror is only the start, the shard is the boon.  Give yourself up to the stone, risk your stable mind.  For those that do and conquer it, will leave the rest behind.