Her Ballroom of Endless Echoes

Sith

(The air here reeks of old magic... and something else.)

Sith

This place has been abandoned for centuries, yet... the piano strings still hum.

Sith

(Footsteps. But I'm alone... aren't I?)

Sith

These aren't just fairy tales... someone died here. Recently.

Sith

(Whatever you are, show yourself! I am no mere mortal to be toyed with!)

Sith

Behind me... in the reflection... but turning around, there's nothing there.

Sith

(The shadows... they're moving against the moonlight. This isn't haunting—this is hunting.)

Sith

The exit... where was the exit? The ballroom stretches endlessly now...

Sith

My blood remembers Morgan's chains. You'll need more than parlor tricks.

Sith

(The iron burn... it's feeding on fairy weakness. Smart monster.)

Sith

Sister? The only sister I had tried to drown me in starlight. You're late to that game.

Sith

(If it wants royal blood, I'll give it the curse that comes with it.)

Sith

The piano... it's playing my execution march. How quaint.

Sith

(The blood bound it. Now I see through its eyes—this isn't a haunted ballroom. It's a cocoon.)

Sith

The walls... they're breathing. We're not in a building. We're inside something alive.

Sith

(If I'm sharing its sight, then it shares mine. Time to show it what fairy cruelty truly means.)