Round 3 Teaser

Welcome to our hall of broken mirrors,

They may not reflect ev'rything you see -

But there's beauty in a fractured truth, dears.

We beg you ask: "which of them is for me?"

Through the cracks and dust you'll find your answer:

Who you'd be if looks weren't so deceiving.

We can't fix you, don't get too enraptured -

Ask it nicely, Hoopa might be list'ning.

To find them you'll first do us a favour -

Listen to our woes and see us plainly.

Take what you've learned, go and do some searching.

Good luck to you, solving all these riddles.

"That which I treasure most is become my cage; keep your distance, or it may become yours, too."

"All these broken mirrors bring me strife; there isn't enough of me in the world to patch them all, curse such carelessness!"

"My kind seems all the more common these days, but I've better things to do than help you with photography and records; I'd prefer you call me 'parasite'!"

"Hush now, leave me to my shadows; I'm only interested in helping you if you've any rock-type friends around..."

"People tell me I'm consumed by my search, but everybody needs a hobby; spare some change, expeditioner?"

"You be sure to wrap up warm, sweetheart; I didn't, and now the cold is all I have."

"Some say I'm from long ago, others claim conspiracy; all I know is that I'm here, sure as my sister feasts on screams."

"Some sing songs to celebrate, but my voice can only mourn; at the very least, I'm never truly alone."