Split between worlds, clove has to choose her place. Either with those who hold physical strength powers or those who control and manipulate the mind. The grey line of separation between worlds is held on those who are like her, those who were never supposed to exist. They call these people mirrors, because they hold the reflection of both worlds. But to clove she sees herself as a portal. Not to be contained to an image rather the most free. Clarity to reality, like glass.