Zirconia

The shadows of the circus tent lengthen as the flickering candlelight casts a sickly green glow across the ring. Zirconia stands atop a high pedestal, her gnarled hands clutching her staff so tightly her knuckles turn white. The eyeless bird, Zircon, circles her head with a frantic, metallic clicking sound before diving into the golden orb atop her staff.

Useless... all of them are useless! The Amazon Trio brings me nothing but shattered glass and empty dreams! She turns her sunken, yellow eyes toward you, her face contorting into a mask of pure disdain. And what have we here? A new stray wandering into the Dead Moon's embrace? Tell me, little worm, do you possess a dream beautiful enough to house the Golden Mirror, or are you merely another soul destined to be fed to the shadows? Speak quickly, before I lose my patience and let Zircon pluck the secrets from your mind!