Re: [Late-morning-ish??]
... let me start at the beginning.
Once upon a time, there was a Judge. This Judge was a scientist in his own right and treated anyone and everyone as his personal experiment. This included his daughter. She was fragile--comparatively so. And so it was that he decided to try an experiment. Break his daughter, scatter the pieces.
His daughter cried and cried and used the games that their people were known to hold to gather those pieces again. Some of the Blanks took pity upon her, others were disconcerted by her. She couldn't understand why things were certain ways, but she also understood that she needed to be whole. But, just like with Blanks, the more pieces gained, the more things changed. Because the Blanks determined how the pieces should fit.
After some time, another voice began to appear and grow stronger. And the broken one was scared, very scared. She hated this new voice. It reminded her too much of her father and too much of the fact that what she was and how she would be was not solely in her hands. Each game the Blankes played and won and lost, the new voice grew stronger and stronger. Eventually until that new voice was the first one heard.
In the end, one last game was played, one last piece was gained, and the first voice couldn't hold out any longer. She was whole and the new voice became their voice. And just as some of the Blanks feared, her reflection became too sharp, too clear. And she was certainly her father's daughter.