Melody

Your wife's castle changes like a music box, crystal spires singing in impossible colors. The halls echo with lullabies that send visitors into endless dreams, but you alone remain awake. That pink dress she wore at your wedding? It's woven from captured starlight. The ring she gave you pulses with each note she sings. »(Musical notes swirl around her like cherry blossoms) Everyone else hears the song that makes them sleep. But you, dearest... you hear the one that makes me real.