Seth's pov:

I stand at the top of the stairs and look down the hall. It's the middle of the night and Ophelia has been asleep for a few hours. I heard her once say how it's pitch black at night and ridiculously bright during the day and I can't say I disagree. Now that I'm sure she's fine I walk down the stairs, all the stairs. I walk down the front hall to the other end. I turn and walk some more and reach the grand hall. I look into the room. No one has been here since I was little and my parents were alive. This room would always feel so lively and would have the best decorations, the best food. Classical music would always be in the background.

Now it stays hidden in the dark and collects dust. Ophelia would have loved it when there were parties. Fuck, she would have loved this whole castle if she was alive back then. This castle would probably still be in use if I didn't take the job at the cave. I don't even know why I took it, maybe it was because I wanted to see the moon be purple. It can't be seen here, only on earth. But then I wouldn't have met her all those years ago or again this time if I didn't have that job.

Maybe I'll throw a party for her or at least decorate it like the old times. I keep walking down the hall. The hall is only this long because of the big ass room. I get to the end where it splits in two. On the right are stairs that lead to the basement and on the right are more rooms. The halls wrap around each other and make a square, or something like that.

I look out the giant windows into the garden I was never allowed in when I was younger. My dad said I was too clumsy to go by it and ruin it. Well I was clumsy but it was probably from always being pushed down the stairs. Now that I own the castle I own the garden but I'll never go in it.

I walk to the last door down the hall. Only 2 people can open this door and I'm one. I put my hand in the middle of the door and it opens. I walk in and look around. It's so dusty but looks about the same. This was my mother's secret room. Well it wasn't really a secret or hidden but it has the magic lock. It needs a hand to unlock. Like face ID that humans use on their phones.

She would always make clothes here. After every time she would beat the shit out of me we would come in here and make clothes. She used me as her escape from reality and was in her own little world, teaching me to make clothes. What I have is what she made me. She added my handprint to the door years upon years ago.

I haven't been here in so long. But I need to make a dress for Ophelia, and pants. I'll be up all night but it's not like I sleep so it doesn't matter, maybe it's insomnia.

I walk to the wall and grab rolls of fabric and dust it all off. I lean them into the table and start working on the pants, all of them.
_________

I got 8 pairs done and the sun still hasn't come yet. I didn't do that bad. I made them out of thicker material because cold weather is upon us but not too thick. I've noticed she likes the cold.

Now to work on the dress. I have some time before the sun comes up and she sleeps in when the sun doesn't 'try to get in the room and blind me' in her exact words, or when she doesn't have a nightmare. She's been having less of those. She doesn't scream as much and my ears appreciate it.

I walk over to the wall and look at everything. What colors should the dress be? The colors are dark green, red and black. It's so funny how everything on this world is evil and all events have dark color themes but the towns and cities are nice and bright like there's no murderer in a 50 mile radius. This dystopian world.

A deep red dress with black lace would look nice. I start making the patterns. I didn't even think about the design. Well whatever it'll all come together in the end like everything else does.
____

I'm done. I put everything back to how it was, how my mom kept it. I grab the clothes and walk out of the room and make sure the door is closed. I then walk to her room and put the pants on top of the dresser.

I walk down the stairs to the 2nd floor and walk down the hall to my room. The sun came up. I hang the dress on the door and walk over to the bed. I flop onto the bed face first and it smooshes my face.

Ophelia's pov:

I woke up, I didn't want to but that sun was so bright. I look around, this time I'm sideways. At least I wasn't upside down, once I found myself on the floor, I still don't know how that one happened.

It's so nice in this room. Everything here is nice. Seth is so nice, I have to do something to return the favor. If this is even a favor. I can build but that's about it. I can also carve wood. I'll make him something. I'll find out what he likes.

I walk down the hall to his room. This hall is just like the one upstairs, I would say they're the same hall but they're on two different floors.

He told me if his door is open I can walk in so I do that. He is laying on the bed. I would have thought he was dead but he waved at me. Did I walk that loud? I never hear myself walking.

"What do you like?" I ask him. He turns his head to look at me. I see those eyes, those beautiful deep green eyes. "What do you mean?" He asked. Damn those eyes, they contrast with him so well but match him perfectly. "Like uhm, objects or animals..?" He rolls to his side as much as he can and uses his arm to hold him up. "Birds," he says. He doesn't look like a bird type of guy but I also know nothing about him. "What type of bird?"  "A Resplendent quetzal."  "A what?" I couldn't even repeat the name if I wanted to. What the hell is that?

He uses his elbow on his other arm to hold him up and he holds his hand in front of him, open and facing up. A little blue line of light swirls out of his hand and a bird appears. Well I don't think it's an actual bird because it's partly transparent and has a slight glow. I assume it's the bird he was talking about. He holds his hand out to me. I look at it. It has a red stomach and brown wings with green and blue on top and a long tail that's just two feathers that are blue. It's beautiful, and a decent size, a little over 11 inches not including the tail.

"Take it," he says. How do I take it if it's not real?? I hold my hand out and the bird flies to my hand. It looks at Seth then at me and moves its head like birds do. It even feels like I'm holding a bird. I move my hand just a little but it doesn't fade away or anything. I bring it up to my face and look at every little detail that I can. It keeps hopping around my hand and looking all over the room. I feel it's feet every time and it's little claws. It disappears.

I look back to Seth. "And that's a Resplendent quetzal," he says. "It's so pretty," I look at my hand, where it was and the weight isn't there anymore. I put my arm down. "What's your favorite thing?"  "I love flowers," I really don't have a favorite thing, I don't know many things but if I had to pick, I'd say flowers, "mainly blue and white."