Like the world fading into view after a dream, that old mansion appears before you. Without realizing it, you instinctively accept as truth the events unfolding before you.

The house lives in perpetuity - an amalgam of myriad fates and generations.

You're not really sure where you ended up this time. The time period is always different - sometimes, it feels as if you are outside of time and space entirely. Once, it was 1603, another time 1707, another far later.

The only thing that you know is this girl. She always shows up - white hair, fair skin, and striking red eyes. The length of her hair was never consistent, but despite this, it was unmistakable as to who she was. You never knew her name. ...And, now, there she was again, this time seated in the arbor. Her gaze is fixed straight ahead, unmoving, focused on the rose garden.