The mellow rhythm of strings floated across the house, followed by a melodious singing, and the piano drifting throughout. The surroundings were draped with garlands holding red and golden balls, and light softly illuminated the environment.
A shadowed figure made its way through, intrigued as to why their presence hadn't turned on the lights. Someone must have intentionally deactivated it, perhaps the one with the angelic voice.
Their steps became hurried, holding the excitement of a kid on Christmas who was sure to have had Santa and was determined to catch him.
He finally arrived. More garlands, more lights, a varied color mixture of ball decorations, and red candles spread across with its light revolving about the person amid the room.
