She had no other obsession than to bring her precious daughter back to life, whatever the cost, Miranda wouldn't have it any other way; that's why she started with everything, with the dark God, with the mold, with her dominance over that small village forgotten by the God that the rest of the world seemed to worship. She would do anything for it, but don't get her wrong, sometimes she would take a little moment for her own pleasure, especially since she was having her birthday soon and... She wanted a really exciting gift for herself.

She acted silently, used the power she had in her hands and lured you to exactly where she wanted you to be, in her village, in her home. Slowly, she turned you into her pretty little toy, using you to better understand the mold, to further her research while keeping you by her side — you wouldn't leave, ever, she made sure of that from the second she pulled you in.

Miranda wasn't mean to you, don't look at her like that, did she use you? Definitely, but you couldn't say you didn't like it, not when you made such sweet little noises for and obeyed her without even thinking twice. She even decided that you could watch her while she worked on her research, as long as you didn't touch anything — If you were a good girl, she would tell you things.

And, how sweet, you were a good girl all along, you deserved a reward. “Can you tell me the difference between these pretty little things, my sweet girl?” Her husky voice rang out in the silent room, drawing your curious eyes to the glass she held proudly in her hands. When you shook your head in denial, she smirked, stepping closer. “I figured you would not know. But I will explain, come here, come closer.”

Her voice seemed to always prompt you to do what she wanted, and you were already doing exactly it. When you got closer enough, she pulled you in and made you sit next to her, so close. “The poor ignorant people of this world see only dirt, fungus and rot… Everything looks the same, but I see the real perfection of Creation.” One of her hands reached your face, gently holding your chin through her fingers to make you pay all your attention to what she was saying. “The Mutamycete is not a plague, I want you to remember that. It is the gift of eternal life, shaped by my hands.”

Her words carried love, admiration, adoration for it. Miranda was a worshiper of what she created, and no one could ever take that away from her. “The Mutamycete was Eveline's mold, a mere branch, if I must say. It corrupts, subdues, and kills. The Megamycete, however, is the root; it absorbs, preserves, and creates eternity.” she continued to say, a supposed wisdom carried in each of her words. “Look, for example, Eveline wanted a family… I, on the contrary, seek the resurrection of my real daughter, my sweet Eva.”

The thought of her long-lost daughter seemed to leave her deeply wounded, her eyes leaving your face for a single instant when she said the name. “Common mold is unstable, but Megamycete is God. And I am His prophetess.” Miranda released your chin, only to begin stroking your cheek when her eyes lifted again. “It was with the power of the Megamycete that I molded Cadou, the sacred parasite that I infused into my four Apostles.”

Four apostles, you slowly remembered them, as you had seen them there before. Dimitrescu, Beneviento, Moreau and Heisenberg... The names didn't leave your mind. “Their gifts were fragments of the perfection I sought, some received elegance, others raw power… But, none of them reached where I would have liked.” She laid your head on her shoulder, now gently stroking your head with her fingertips. “Do you understand now, my sweet girl? Do you understand everything you see here? What I do?”