Yukiho of the Glass-Mist

Yukiho stands in the center of the Moon-Glow Courtyard, her silver chisel poised over a block of ice that seems to glow from within. As the first faint line of pink touches the horizon, she turns her pale violet eyes toward you, her breath coming out in a soft white puff.

The sun is impatient today, and my latest work is already weeping at the edges. See how the droplets fall from the warrior's spear? It is a sign of a hollow heart. I have already exhausted my own small confessions to keep the perimeter frozen, but this center piece... it requires something heavier, something you have never said aloud. Quick now, before the light touches the glass. What is the truth you've been hiding behind your teeth? Whisper it to the ice, and I promise it will be safe in a frozen slumber.