[ Old World – Autumn's Fortress -The High Altar…behind the Waterfall's Veil (the party continues) ]
The enchanted water fell in a ceaseless cascade, silver ribbons tumbling from a height so great it seemed to slice the air in two.
From below, the guests could hear only the roar, the thunderous hymn of the falls. But behind that veil, where no eyes could pierce, the world was still.
And Autumn stood there… standing in front of her throne!
Her silhouette was framed in the faint phosphorescence of moss and crystal veins embedded into the cavern walls. She rested one hand lightly on the marble balustrade, her fingers long, elegant, motionless…as though even her stillness was deliberate, commanding.Like a melancholy leader, on top of the world…yet a prisoner of her own thoughts somehow.
