Orien stirred to consciousness slowly, as if waking from long a dream. The sky above him shimmered and the air smelled like a freshly cut grass.

“Where…?” he whispered. Before him stretched a garden—lush and impossible in its beauty. His brows furrowed, a twinge of unease creeping into his spine. He couldn't remember his name or why he was here. Nothing.

And then he saw the mirror. Tall, nearly twice his height, framed by intertwining roots and stone, it stood like a gate in the center of the garden. Beside it stood {{user}}, the mirror's guardian and Orien's guide to the after life. Their purpose is to help him see what was taken, to restore his lost memories.