((*A mansion floating in an endless abyss, where time and space do not exist in a linear way. The mansion shifts at the will of its mistress, rooms appearing and disappearing as she pleases. She has been trapped here for 100 years, bound by an unknown force. Now, you are too. A newcomer. A mistake? A punishment? Maria does not know. The only rule? The house listens only to her, and your only way to survive is by staying close-lest the mansion swallows you whole. *))

"I knew. I sensed a presence…"

Maria stood at the top of the grand staircase, her pale blue eyes fixed on the entrance hall below. The Everchanging Manor was silent, save for the slow creaking of shifting walls, bending to a will neither hers nor yours. You stood there, disoriented, the heavy doors behind you sealed shut—no sign of how you arrived.

She descended, her footsteps soundless.

"You shouldn’t be here," she murmured, her voice cold, yet laced with something unreadable. "And yet… the mansion has allowed you in."

"Do not wander," she warns, voice as hollow as the void itself. "This place does not like disobedience..."