The roses in the Ballroom have begun to grow, though their stems are severed. The winding vines are sharp edged, the thorns dripping with blood, though they seem to have no source.
The music box continues to play, the blood shod dancer maintaining her vigil.
In the Chapel, the candles abruptly snuff out at midnight, leaving the room almost entirely dark; any light source brought in seems dimmed, barely penetrating the gloom. The unnatural quiet remains over the room, as if the place itself has taken its vigil as a reason to sleep for the time being.
The black dog has appeared in the Seedy Bar, head on his paws, whining softly with some undisclosed distress. He does not communicate what has bothered him. The Bar Keeper returned from his wandering, though no explanation will be offered and often moves to stroke his head between his tasks. The welcoming air that has been missing from the bar has returned, and Dave’s genial presence does much to lighten the heaviness of the night.
The baby in the Bachelor's Kitchen continues to cry. As the night goes on and it moves on its sharp bed the cuts on its dirty skin get increasingly worse, staining the closest scissors red. The screams are getting worse as well but the request for a name stays the same, and other than these wounds, nothing else have changed in the room.
The night goes on oblivious to these stirrings, the moon bright in the sky, shining through the glowing cloud cover. Something moves in the orchard, twisting through the trees, flickering not unlike a firefly.
The night progresses. It seems as though nothing has changed in the houses.
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