Amelia found herself in the center of a tower, barely illuminated by the grey moonlight. The doors and windows of the tower were flung open yet not a single wind blew in the tower. The air itself was humid and stale.

　　The walls of the tower were titanic and round as though she stood at the bottom of a well.

　　Through a square cut on the crown of the tower, grey moonlight slithered in. the tower was bare of any objects and designs left for the mirror, which ...