Night slowly blanketed the world, bringing a false sense of peace that wrapped around the walls of the old castle in this unfamiliar land. Moonlight poured gently through the arched window, softly reflecting off the stone floor and thin curtains that swayed lightly with the breeze. In the midst of that stillness, Sylvia's room remained steeped in a silence that was both soothing and haunting.
Sylvia lay on her large bed, wearing a thin black camisole that hugged the curves of her new body. The fabric was so delicate it seemed to meld with her skin cool yet now feeling more alive. The blanket only covered part of her legs, allowing her pale shoulders to be kissed by the moonlight drifting in from the side window.
