The encroachment of evil had rid Nenon of the love she once held and left only conceit and hatred. Such vile notions festered within her soul, consuming it and transforming her from the inside out. As if mirroring her changes, the garden also became dreary and bare, void of warm breezes and sprightly songbirds. She surveyed the grim surroundings and smiled with contentment. "Now there is no doubt that I'm the most beautiful..."