She fell asleep, though her mind refused to settle, leaving her restless. Her fever burned hot, dragging her consciousness into a strange, vivid dreamscape that felt far too real to dismiss.
She stood in the middle of a grand, ancient hall. The walls soared above her, covered in delicate carvings that glinted softly in the low light. Gold chandeliers dangled from the high ceiling, their candles throwing shadows that seemed alive. The air smelled faintly of iron, something sweetly metallic that prickled her senses.
She glanced down, baffled by what she saw. She wore a luxurious crimson dress, gold embroidery twisting like vines along its edges. It felt heavy and fancy, completely different from anything she was used to. Her feet pressed against cold marble, the chill creeping into her despite her warm, fevered skin.
"Where… am I?"
