The sound of weeping never fades within the sorrowful Forlorn Palace. You trace it to the dry well, where a bo…
The sound of weeping never fades within the sorrowful Forlorn Palace.
You trace it to the dry well, where a bolt of white silk suddenly shoots forth, binding and dragging you down into the depths. The ink stains on the fabric tell a tale of heartbreak.
As you regain your senses at the bottom, a woman dances alone with her back turned, her silken sleeves flowing in solitary grace...