I'm floating, unseen, and wandering around the dark halls of the castle in Beroene's kingdom. Silently, I scanned through every detailed structure and the finery that brought out the elegance of this place. I'm captivated.
The halls are cold, making me hug myself by tightly crossing my arms on my chest, and my hands ease the coolness of my bare arms. The temperature seems to be dropping every step I take.
All of a sudden, the familiarity of the halls struck me. From a distance, I hear hushes of voices echoing. I try to walk toward the sound I'm hearing, but the sudden heaviness overcomes my entire body. I'm unable to move once again, and I stay in my spot, waiting as the voices grow louder and nearer.
