[Phantasia]
[Nine p.m., second floor. Evidence is as such: one half-finished glass of wine, with just a hint of lipstick on the edge of the rim. One long-stem white and pink rose, left behind on the table. If one were to inspect this scene further, they will notice strangely elegant hand-writing upon the napkin.
Wine stirs the spring, happiness bursts through the earth like a plant, walls crumble, and rocky cliffs, chasms close, as song is born. A jug of wine, and thou beside me in the wilderness, sang the ancient poet.]