บท 123: Golden Cage

Darkness had become Rosalie's unwavering companion, a constant presence in her current life. 

When she opened her eyes, her thick black lashes unveiled a world cloaked in unending obscurity. Oddly enough, amid this endless void, she could now perceive her own body. She found herself clad in a flowing, velvety burgundy dress, its off-shoulder design accentuated by loose sleeves, and a delicate velvet belt of matching hue, cinching her waist with a graceful bow at its center.

Seated upon the frigid, black ground, a desire to move stirred within her. Yet, an unseen force seemed to thwart her efforts, akin to bindings that tethered her wrists and ankles, perhaps to some imperceptible and unyielding entity.

As her attempt to move her own body failed, the girl tried to turn her head to the side and was immediately hit with a strong, bone-crushing headache that seemed to be mincing her brain while splitting her skull in half at the same time.