[ Image ID : An Illustration of two versions of a man, Zolham, bisected down this center by cracks in a mirror. On the right side of the image he is young, the left half of him is older. Young Zol is a thin, white man with long raven black hair fashioned into a braid reaching past his waist and bright silver eyes. He is wearing funeral robes adorned with various gems and jewels and in his hands is holding a black rose. He is bleeding silver blood from his hand that is gripping the stem of the rose. He has a soft smile on his face and is sobbing. Behind him are feathers tipped in silver blowing in the wind, fanning out behind him like bird’s wings and a moon crowned with a marble, crescent gem. Old Zol is thinner than young Zol with a sickly sallow tint to his pale skin. His hair is shoulder length and graying. He is in old, worn, travel clothes and a dingy breast plate. His right hand is holding a rusted flask to his chest while his other hand rests on a bloody mace at his hip. Behind him is a set of skeletal wings and a skeletal hand reaches above him holding a set of scales. He has an expression of apathy and fatigue. The side of Old Zol is cracked and shattered into several pieces.