"O lady of the lamp."
It was in a musty room lit up by candlelight, Illuminating the red and black embroidery that adorned the walls.
"She who lurks."
The man was hunched over as though in prayer, donning a rather fancy suit with a silver cane beside him.
"The epitome of sorrows and the most beautiful of all."
Before the man was a tall mirror placed against the wall.
The mirror's edges made of fine wood were carved rather finely with the likeness of serpents on the left and right sides.
An aesthetically pleasing sight.
"I call on thee, your child carries a message. Hear my cries."
Silence followed once the man was done with the man making no attempt to move from his position as he waited patiently for something.
And soon enough, his patience was rewarded.
A subtle wind, one which seemed to carry voices from a distant place, drafted in despite the room being sealed.
