All you can hear is the echo of an organ and the faint dripping of the water falling from the ceiling. You can see things, thing you wouldn’t expect to see, in an underground cave, that is. Candles, flickering to dance with the cold wind, rushing from the lake. A blood-red cape, hangs from the deep purple bed. On top of the bed, it seemed as though someone dressed a life-sized manikin in a gorgeous wedding dress. The veil that obviously goes with the dress, seems to had be taken off, and now in a lump on the floor.

Where did that music come from? The grand organ answers that in a heartbeat. The sheet music, that was all over the organ and floor, seems to flutter back into their places, rising so their master can play.

But is most interesting, is the pure white mask, almost hidden by the blankets on the bed. Up close, you can see that its not pure white, but has small splashes of reddish-brown, almost like blood. You start to hear the echo of footsteps, so many feet herding this way. You can start to hear the voices, mangled with one another. And you realizes it’s time to go.