A woman in a long white dress holds candlesticks in a grand, dimly lit hallway with sunlight streaming from windows. Another figure stands in the distance.

Genevielora wandered the halls, a candlestick in her hands as she stepped lightly on silent feet. The ears in these walls could hear a pin drop, so she had to take extra care not to be overly loud. Every so often, she stopped, standing on the tips of the toes and reaching the candle up into the various candles lining the walls, spreading the light across the halls. The sun had yet to rise; Genevielora wanted to bring life back to the halls. She stopped before each open window, throwing open the curtains and holding back a cough as she waved away the dust. A shadow passed, and her eyes snapped toward the end of the hall, now illumined by the line of torches. Oviedo stood in the center of it, staring at her in bewilderment. Still he was dressed in his nightwear, with a hastily thrown-on robe. They stared in silence at each other; Oviedo’s eyes trapped on her. The sun began to rise, the first rays of the sun trickling through the open windows and casting warm light onto Genevielora. She almost seemed to glow where she stood, the light dancing across her as she practically illuminated the hallway with life. The hall itself seemed to breathe a breath of fresh air as life and light swelled into the room. Oviedo found words through his stunned awe of her ability to single handedly begin to bring life back into these walls, See more