Reflective Garden and the Allure of [Beauty]

*Bing-Bong*

Alright, what the hell is going on?

|Pardon?|

This is like the fourth time in a row that you decided to switch perspectives like this, so I gotta know at this point, what the heck are you doing?

|Do you want the real answer or the enigmatic answer? Because they're the same thing.|

The hell?

|To put it bluntly, you'll figure it out soon.|

Great. Also, what is this vernacular you're having me read? I'm pretty sure some of these words haven't been used since the time Jane Austen was alive.

|To be fair, Pride and Prejudice is considered a classic.|

Wait, that book title doesn't get censored? Why?

|Nah, public domain.|

Ah.

*Bing-Bong*

"So this is a zako," Harriet said in amazement as she stared and lightly poked at the wooden humanoid that was acting as their group's porter. "I have to admit, I was expecting it-"

"Grunt," the zako interrupted in protest.

"Them?"