We three, shrouded in glass, summon the forgotten realm.
From our three fonts we remake this world.
To forge a throne from the shards that survive.
Let that which has been forgotten be remembered.
Let Mirrormoor rise again!
Three, shrouded in glass. Three? Shrouded in glass? Hidden somewhere?
Summon the forgotten realm. What are they summoning?
Three fonts. Three again. This number must have some significance.
