Kiran's laughter, a shimmering, chaotic sound, had subsided. She floated down, a silver-white wraith settling on the broken mirror floor, her eyes, amber and violet, fixed on Eren. There was a shift in the air, a subtle change in the very essence of the chamber. The frantic energy that usually clung to Kiran began to soften, to coil, becoming something else entirely. The walls still seemed to breathe, but their rhythm slowed, a deeper, more intimate pulse. The gruesome mobile of bones and feathers hung almost still, a silent, macabre audience.
Kiran took a slow, deliberate step towards him, her nakedness no longer a taunt but an invitation. The rhythmic ticking of the mechanical contraptions along the walls seemed to slow, becoming a softer, more intimate beat. The nauseating sway of the walls lessened, and even the macabre mobile of bones and feathers hung almost still, as if the very chamber held its breath.
