Snippet #2827838

Cordelia felt disoriented. OttO was nowhere in the vicinity, and this place felt... detached from threats. Strangely, she could even hear her own thoughts without them becoming a noisy crescendo inside her head. It was a peculiar sensation, unfamiliar yet oddly pleasant. It was like she could just rest here, that she didn't have to worry about anything, at least, not for a while. It was like, for the first time in a long while, she could relax.

"Did I ever feel like this before?" she asked herself as she paced the premises. "Perhaps, on stage I felt— wait, stage..?"

There was a fleeting something, a phantom of a memory bubbling up from out of nowhere. Her steps transitioned into the dance of a bygone era, and in her mind, the distant sound of violins echoed. She tried to focus on those elusive echoes of what may or may not exist anymore. Then, the chorus—a cascade of beautiful sounds that must have been enchanting. In that ephemeral moment, everyone was there to see her, but all she cared about was the realization that there, in that moment, she was everything she had ever wanted to be.

In this moment, Cordelia closed her eyes, her robes and hair flowed in the air as she twirled delicately in her dance, and she could almost feel the wind. She was so caught in the moment that she was completely unaware that she had moved up close to one of the Observers. Cracking her eyes open, she was startled, and in betrayal of her previous grace, fell backward onto the ground, the sound of her robes making a bit of a clatter.

"Sorry I—," she uttered before looking at the person in front of her. It was strange, almost familiar, a presence that didn't feel quite... there? And this person, seemed to be dressed akin to a, well, what were they called? Was this a place of reverence, perhaps? "I mean no intrusion, but, where am I?"