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Click, clack, click, clack.
Noises emanated from the darkness.
Rustle, rustle, rustle, rustle.
The faint and chaotic sounds never ceased.
Emerald Sparrow stood in an empty hall, looking around in confusion.
Why was she here?
Her memory felt blurry, and her consciousness wasn't very clear, as if she was in an Illusionary Realm, yet the sensations were all so real.
As she stepped forward, the crisp sound of her heels hitting the ground scattered in all directions, the invisible sound waves acting as echoes that dispersed the chaotic noise.
After a brief moment of silence, it was replaced by a sound of whispering.
Emerald Sparrow couldn't identify the source of the voices, among which seemed to be men and women, old and young, but the only commonality was that they were all laughing.
The laughter merged with the reverberation of footsteps, layer upon layer, again and again, growing sharper until it culminated in a piercing noise.
