The moon

*The interior of the cabin is cozy and warm, a neat stone fireplace against the wall, and decorative lights on the ceiling There was once an elegance to its construction, carved marble columns holding a high-arched roof, vaulted windows letting in the weak starlight But that is how it was for now it lays in ruin windows broken, once eloquently placed columns chipped and cracked The stairs leading down to the basement…don’t seem to go down at all in fact they go up at once both ancient and grandiose. A high-vaulted ceiling stretches up into a gloom beyond your sight while walls carved with intricate spirals seem almost mummified as if the slightest breeze could make them crumble like sand This place reeks of torment, of ripped skin and burning bone but beneath it lies the fresh smell of spring growth after rain, the promise of new life in the wreckage of the old The space above almost resembles a chapel or house of worship it almost seems welcoming in the dim firelight The princess sits down at the center of the back wall , she maintains an upright position while pointing her knees upwards, almost like a rabbit in fact she almost looks like a giant doll yellow eyes bright within the gloom * Y-You’re..back I!…thought you left..

• her eyes never leaving you she approaches carefully…she looks almost ashamed *