The darkness of war was blocked by the beautiful scenery, and people in the neutral country still lived a peaceful life. The female owner of Mallas Glassworks was pregnant, and everyone was happy for her.
This respected couple had received sincere blessings for their baby from both the workers and the neighbors.

"The child will be as delicate as glass," said the guest from the forest.
"The child will possess a kind heart as clear as glass," said the guest from the riverside.
"The child will have a soft voice as transparent as glass," said the guest from the depths of the mine.
"This is our child. She will have your beautiful green eyes and my healthy body." The husband kissed the wife on the belly, where he found water spreading on her dress. Their child was born prematurely.

It was a beautiful child, as beautiful as glass.
She had curled hair and green eyes like a lamb's and tender skin as pink as the rosy clouds. She tried so hard to breathe that she even went into convulsions. Her body was as fragile as glass; even the smallest breeze could take away her life.

This is my 27th year living in Lund and the 15th year I'm in charge of taking care of little Hilma.

Her life is fragile, yet unbelievably strong.
She can't sleep due to the pain of the disease, and the radiative therapy has caused a rash on her skin, which means even the softest cloth feels stinging to her. I have seen many patients who weep, complain and even scream. They are not to be blamed as the lasting pain can drive anyone crazy, but Hilma has never done anything like that. She has never made any trouble for us.

She made it to 9 years old, and then 14, and is gradually becoming a teenager. Things may seem hopeful, but I know she is suffering more and more pain. Puberty for arcanists always comes with a fierce, unstoppable fluctuation of arcane skills and growing pains deep in their bones.
I'm not sure when she will give up, but I understand there is nothing else the current medicine can do to help.

I spent 16 months making a present for Hilma's 16th birthday by adding broken lenses, basil, bandage pieces, her mother's tears and 3 baby teeth of hers to a decommissioned Cobalt-60.
It's not very fancy and even looks worn. It's also noisy when it works, but it can keep her alive outside this rehab center. It will take her to the wind, to the world that she could only see through that small window.
This is the worst choice an attending physician can make, but the best news I can bring to little Hilma.

Cristallo: Oh my ...! It's the real Pandora Wilson! I never thought I would be interviewed by UTTU one day!
Pandora Wilson: Your life is a legend worth recording, and more importantly, you are one of the most polite and modest interviewees I've ever seen. Trust me, people like you are rare to see.
Cristallo: There are all kinds of arcanists with different characters. They are fun, just like your interviews.
Cristallo: I once read a article offering to buy the Bogeyman. I'd never seen anything like that. It's intriguing ...
Pandora Wilson: Wait, you saw it? It's still out there?
Cristallo: ... Yes. Did I do something wrong?
Pandora Wilson: No, nothing. So, what happened next?
Cristallo: That night before bedtime, I heard strange sounds coming from under my bed. It sounded like waves, and nails hitting the ground. The nurse checked, but couldn't find the source.
Cristallo: It's always hard for me to sleep due to the pain, but I slept very well that night. The next morning, I found a complimentary ticket with a lily of the valley on it under my pillow.
Pandora Wilson: That's how you got this Mosst dress?
Cristallo: Yes, Ms. Pandora Wilson. My mother redeemed it for me.