The dark became tangible.
A breeze followed, but it wasn't awakeness what awaited her. There was no bed, nothing to lay one's head on. The floor gave some visual respite, as the tranquil waters were the only thing visible within this void, and
her own reflection. This world made one thing certain however: she failed.
Failed at keeping herself from invading yet another mind, and now awaited for her destination like a prisoner to a chopping block.
Faint notes, at the distance.
A miasma wrapped the infinite with a putrid scent that burned one's nostrils and dried one's throat. Almost like charcoal, the darkness mixed itself with this curtain of smoke.
Echoes came from every step forth. A ray of light begun to show itself at the horizon, and the more she walked towards it, the harder it was to look at it. At one point, the ground stopped being wet.
The birds begun to sing. The wind whistled and the echoes became dry leaves and grass for her to walk upon. The blinding light of a star put face to face with the elf, and one foot after another, she would find herself having been trapped by bushes, as if the arc of an exit had formed while she couldn't see.
The notes from earlier were louder, yet still distant, muffled by four walls and a door. The windows were naked, no cloth to screen one from peering inside at the pink haired pianist sitting inside what looked like a dining room... Or a lobby?
Behind her, there was not a trace from the void. The forests, however, didn't seem to end with just a house, but the trees allowed no passage, encouraging her to step inside...
There was an evident melancholy on the play at hand, the instrument itself felt like heartstrings that every note pulled, as if to open the organ like a locked chest.
the door looked familiar, the way it screeched when opened, the way the knob felt once turned. it was bad enough to bring chills down Luthien's spine.
This was her home, that's why.
