Irina found herself swaying unconsciously within the halls of the grand castle she had called home for the past sixteen years. But it might as well just have been a random structure with walls made of stone and metal to her.
She glided through the endless grandeur that had long lost its flavor in her eyes—guided not by thought but by the musical notes that accompanied every step she took. Her form following a strange rhythm that swayed the minds of any who dared to watch.
Stranded in a strange state of lull and lucidity, she could no longer tell where she moved. Her body seemed to possess a will of its own.
