....

You're quiet, that's a first.

Yeah—it's just.. being here is so overwhelming.

I know. It doesn't exist anymore, so seeing it like it was before kind of takes me back.

Can we leave? I don't think I can stay here for too long.

Of course. Let's go?

(...)

Month 9, 35x

It is a peaceful morning in Haven.

It's early, much too early for anyone but the insomniacs and the early birds to be awake, The Empress happens to be both.

She stood by one of the windows, the sunrise casting streaks across her face. It's a chilly morning, the polished floor like ice against her bare feet as she explored like she hasn't been here for almost two years.

The ballroom was something straight out of a fairytale, intricate gold designs crawling up the walls. It's always so empty, and Nesryn can't help but wonder what it would look like filled with people and lovely music.

The sensation of pounding footsteps reached her feet before their sound could reach her ears, and she was running before she could even understand what was going on.

Weaving through the hallways was like child's play, after having done it for so long. It was funny how well she knew the route to a room she's only been allowed into a handful of times.

A voice in her mind told her she ought to wake the others up for this.

It was a special occasion after all.

They were finally complete.

The Fool has appeared.

(...)