[There's a resistance in the air, thick, almost gooey that your fingers push through, but as your fingers touch the paper surface, the light inside flares brightly.

The thicker shadows are washed away under the warm glow. The light puddles out around you, returning the illumination to the room, and tracing along your golden hair... all the way back to where a single mirror propped against the far wall shows a lantern floating playfully near your hand, and a rich, heavy violet cloak draped over your shoulders.]

play again... was good



next time

[The voice and presence in the room fades, and with it, the darkness is gone as if it never was.]