The Sun Queen grows old. Soon she will choose her successor. I fear it will be me. I am now her favorite. She dotes on me, calls me her precious first daughter. Like a doll, she always keeps me close to her, brushing my hair, dressing me in her favorite clothes. It unsettles me beyond words.
But more disturbing, she constantly gazes upon my features as if... as if she's looking at her own reflection.
Priestess Hoshi seems frightened in this diary. She's beginning to suspect she will be chosen as the new Sun Queen.