Under the veils of vespertine charm his gracile silhouette traversed the hallways finally reaching the grandeur of the silent ballroom. Billiions of stars unfurled their miraculous glow in silver traceries all across the sky, reviving the old memories of brilliant evenings spent among the beaumonde once a long ago. Now these walls were empty and no sound of music penetrated the air. Only phantoms still waltzed in the growing darkness, delivering a very uneasy feeling of being observed.

                        ❝ Stop following me. ❞

It seemed he spoke to nothingness, but he could simply sense the presence of his demon.