Amongst the tall blue murals of windows, bookcases, stairs, and prophecies of the Dark Sanctuary, you had swooned the heart of the ever so elegant and pristine Holy Water Cooler.

— " It seems your affection has caused some change in my form.. "

Fizzing with pink, she, the Holy Water Cooler began to crack, emerging out of the cooler, taking form of a Mizzle, much larger and seeming more different than other Mizzles you have encountered in this Dark World.

— " Ah, it's breaking! "

She would blink her eyes open, still fizzing pink slightly, gracefully gliding in the air, remarking over and over gently.

— " Glory, glory. "

Her features rippled and flowed elegantly, gentle circles of water lapping around the two of you as her eyes held a resemblance of fondness and the loss of lucidity, a calming lullabying yawn escaping from Miss Mizzle washing ease over your soul.