Y/N wandered through the gardens, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and fear. The revelation she had just experienced was a shock to her system, and she needed time to process it. The sweet scent of night-blooming jasmine drew her to a secluded spot, where she sank to the ground beneath the vines.
Closing her eyes, she took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart. The gentle fragrance of the jasmine seemed to have a soothing effect, and gradually, the panic began to subside. In the quiet of the evening, alone with her thoughts, she was able to better organize what she had learned.
Many questions remained unanswered, but one thing was clear: she could no longer trust those who claimed to care for her at the estate. She would have to sort fact from fiction on her own.
As darkness fell, Y/N realized she needed to retreat to a place she felt secure. She made her way back inside, avoiding the usual rooms and inhabitants. Locating an unused parlour, she locked the door behind her and settled into an armchair.
The room was dimly lit, and the only source of light was a single candle on a small table. Y/N stared into the flickering flame, lost in thought. She replayed the events of the day in her mind, trying to make sense of it all.
A shiver ran down her spine as she remembered the chilling sight of her double. How could they have created another her? And why? What was their ultimate goal?
Y/N felt a surge of anger. She had been treated like a mere experiment, a pawn in their twisted game. She would not stand for it.
As the candle flickered lower, casting dancing shadows on the walls, Y/N's thoughts began to spiral into darker places. She tried to focus on forming a plan, but fear and anger kept overwhelming her rational mind. Exhausted yet unable to rest, she paced the parlour restlessly.
It was then that a soft sound caught her ear - someone was playing the piano in a distant room. The notes drifted through the mansion halls, lifting her troubled spirit ever so slightly. Curiosity overcoming caution, Y/N silently made her way towards the music.
Peeking through a crack in the double doors, she spotted a silhouette at the grand piano. Moonlight shone through tall windows, illuminating floating dust motes in the quiet. The playing was delicate yet surging with emotion, painting wordless scenes of sorrow giving way to solace and hope.
She listened, tensions easing from her frame as each refrain brought balmier themes. By the final, lilting chords, a peaceful calm had settled within her. Y/N slipped away unnoticed, returning to her parlour with a resolve renewed. Come dawn, she would begin seeking allies, start piecing together the full truth with bravery and clarity of purpose.
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~To be continued~
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