Waking up while laying on a large patch of grass, I didn’t expect to see what probably used to be an imposing vaulted ceiling and elegant archways now covered by thick brown vines crawling through every c***k within the walls.
Sitting up straight I stare around what used to be a large ballroom but is now nothing but chunky debris and dust, rising to my feet I wonder where the sound of music from a classical piano is coming from and stare around in confusion.
The music seems melancholic, each note aligned along with every beat of my heart, making me feel dizzy with the need to follow the sound to its core destination.
"Tatiana!” A small whisper of my name caused my body to rise until I’m standing on my feet, moving forward I make my way through several archways, all of which just appear
