"Open the Hidden Casket"
The scene resembled a feverish dream. It was surreal, suffocated with thick, formless fog, muted sensations
there was no perceivable sky or ceiling, no tangible horizon, and no visible floor. Everything was the same, no matter which direction you looked.
There was a breeze, though. It blew without direction, aimlessly rolling everywhere and nowhere at all. A faded, blue colored scarf lazily twisted in the breeze.
The scarf belonged to a ghostly figure, wrapped in a cloak of shadows that seemed to be without edges, melting smoothly into the large sword she was perched upon. Her hair was a brown that seemed drained of color, and was covered by a dirty-grey woolen beret hat. But what defined her most of all, was her face.
There was no face visible at all.
Instead, what would have been her visage was replaced with a blank, white mask, curved and smoothly shaped like a doll's face. But the hollow, thick black circles outlining her eyes and the jagged scar danc