Edna ran through each floor, pushing open the door to every room, imprinting each one deep in her heart, even reaching out to touch the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The long corridor with its comfortable sofas, the beautiful side cabinets.
One beautiful painting after another... each representing her dreams.
She once held so many beautiful fantasies about her future, each one quietly gathered here.
She knew she would never see them again... but they were no longer truly within her sight.
No matter how reluctant, time spares no one.
A breathless Edna finally stopped; she gazed at the white rose vines wrapped around the oval archway, taking a deep breath, and quietly entered that open garden filled with purple immortals at the castle's highest point.
This was Edna's own isolated little world, only accessible to those she deemed worthy.
