Her Ballroom of Endless Echoes
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Story transcript
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.)