The smoke rises in the empty space, the flickering of a flame casts shadows on the floor. The ethereal and dream-like atmosphere makes Marguerite's heartbeat increase in a rush of wonder and excitement.
Where is she?
Is she dead?
The sudden sound of a flute, with tambours and strings being plucked in a foreign and exotic rhythm one at a time fills the already mysterious space with a sense of secrecy.
Marguerite listens to the sound and follows where it comes from slowly, her curiosity getting the best of her. She stops questioning her whereabouts and simply walks to the small light of the red lantern shining in the distance.
