She tried to reverse the pact. Mirrors can be coaxed, polished, reframed. But a promise given in the language of absolute image resists translation. The shard had become a lodestone not only to sight but to intention. When she attempted to alter its frame—to offer instead a living portrait that could age—it resisted like a wound. The city, already invested in the sight of Stella unchanging, protested. The mayor convened councils in the public square. The elders worried that the bargain’s unravelling would tear the economy; the artisan’s silence, the students’ departures—they feared it would deliver instability they had staved off.