In the deepest part of the palace, there was a faint, curtain-like, dusky yellow shadow.
She passed through that curtain-like shadow and arrived at the throne room situated in the deepest part of the palace.
This was a spacious hall. Beyond the huge glass windows, there was no sun, nor moon, nor stars, yet a faint light still enveloped the area.
It was cold and dim.
At the very center of the hall was a silver-white throne.
Upon the Gray-Silver Throne sat a woman with pure silver hair cascading to her waist.
Her figure was slender, and she wore a somewhat tattered black gauze dress.
Behind her, layers upon layers of dusky yellow wings drooped, ethereal and hazy, enveloping most of the silver-haired woman's body and the entire Gray-Silver Throne.
The silver-haired woman sat thus, quietly, within the frozen twilight.
Her right arm rested on the throne's armrest, her hand cradling her cheek, as if she were lost in a profound slumber.
