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Iced-Lotus Tick, tock, tick, tock.
The sound of the clocks were annoying, if you liked clocks, it would be fine but there was a lot of noise. The only door in the room changed a bit, not in color, size, texture or even the doornob. It had a slight different from before. The keyhole of it had altered, making the door lead to a different place.
This time, it was a hall of shelves full of these things that could of made the same ticking noise as a clock if they were set off. At the end was a strong string with a ball on it, like a door to an attic. The ladder stairs would be there too because how would one get up there? Metronomes are such a joy to have around if you liked music or rhythm. The restless children sit and mourn the graves
Of those they've never seen before....
Aria would linger in the room for a few minutes, arms crossed and watching the clocks, before the sound finally got to her. That simple back-and-forth rhythm, without variance or even a change in pitch, was simply too bland for her. As such, the sound of the clocks drove her out, back through the door, and into another room.
This was the first time she actually paused in surprise, having not expected the door itself to change. And, in this room, it seemed the mansion had taken the first step in presenting her with a challenge fitting her tastes. And while not something in particular she enjoyed, preferring far more to play from the notes in her head, there was something irresistible about the room. However, rather than linger on and risk death, she proceeded forward, setting each metronome off as she moved, until the room was a cacophony sound.
Eyes half shut, hands making weak motions in the air, she would continue on through towards the ladder, swaying slightly with a rhythm unlike that filling the room as she moved. With a final pirouette before the stairs, she would make her way up and pull the attic entrance down, moving to the next room and the next challenge.
Will they be buried here among the dead?
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