The room, shrouded in its enigmatic past, offered no immediate response to Ophelia's plea.
The silence seemed to stretch infinitely, as if time itself had paused to witness the unraveling of a story etched in the fabric of the Lockhart legacy.
"Why are you doing this to me?" Ophelia questioned again, her voice barely audible in the sacred hollowness of the chamber.
The reflection in the mirror remained an elusive testament to her unanswered queries. The weight of her lineage pressed on her shoulders, an ancestral burden carried by generations before her.
Tears continued streaming down her face like a waterfall as she was enveloped with a profound sense of isolation and despair.
Ophelia's heart ached with the weight of her unanswered questions, yearning for solace and understanding.
"How can you never tell me about this?" she whispered under her breath.
