Near the midnight, indescribable tunes from a piano, as if pouring out a lunatic dream. Taboritskaya, the regent of Holy Russian Empire, is sitting by the piano. The strings are playing automatically, while the Regent lady is just swiping a purple magical arc of spells in the air. 60 little fairies, essentially turned from the scales of the clock on the wall, being summoned, are dancing to the music. The tune, melodic but somehow eerie, now suddenly ceased. The regent stopped playing, for she sensed your arrival.