The room was shrouded in a gentle twilight, with only a few timid morning rays piercing through the shutters. These early beams delicately brushed the silhouette of Lolchess, lying on a simple bed. Her silver hair cascaded softly over the pillow like a silk waterfall.
The morning advanced slowly, stretching its cloak of light across the room, playing with the shadows of the furniture and curtains. The gentle warmth of the dawning day seemed to envelop Lolchess, keeping her in the embrace of sleep a little longer. But suddenly, quiet yet insistent knocks echoed against the wooden door of the room.
Lolchess's eyelids fluttered, then slowly opened, revealing deep blue eyes still clouded by sleep. Unhurriedly, she sat up, calmly settling on the edge of the bed.
