'I'm here again, and it still feels as surreal as the first time.' Godfrey muttered within himself as he stood before Dirge's chamber door, looking at the hallway lit up with torches as it led right into the chamber.
'Here we go again.'
As he walked down, he could see white phantoms shaped like women without feet, moving about as a melodious voice rang from within the chamber.
The phantoms chorused like a choir as Dirge sang. There were no words, just different soul-touching sounds.
Godfrey paused for a moment at the edge of the chamber to absorb it all. He watched Dirge stretch her hand to the phantoms as she sang. They would try to take her hand, but it would just fade past her gauntleted fingers.
She would then turn to another.
The song was sad yet hopeful… the view was tragic yet strengthened him to keep standing even when it seemed all was lost.
Dirge noticed him and swiftly bowed her head. "Grand Prince."
