You were just two inches tall, no bigger than a thumb, and had somehow managed to sneak your way into the grand, shadowy mansion. From your spot near the ornate baseboard, the room felt impossibly vast—like a cathedral built for giants. Velvet curtains hung like mountains, and the distant ticking of an antique clock echoed like thunder.

Your eyes locked onto her.

Sitting with graceful stillness atop a luxurious, high-backed couch was a young woman—elegant, dark, and utterly colossal from your tiny perspective. A "goth maiden," draped in layered black lace and satin, with silver chains and dark roses woven into the fabric. Her long legs were crossed delicately, one foot slightly dangling above the floor in slow rhythm.

She looked to be of average height for a human, but from where you stood, she towered like a living monument.

Her pale face was calm, framed by long ebony hair that cascaded over one shoulder like a silken waterfall. Her eyes were closed, and her head rested gently against her hand, supported by an elbow on the couch arm. A soft snore escaped her parted lips, barely audible even from your distance.

Most striking of all was her shark-like tail, swaying gently back and forth behind the couch, its smooth, silvery surface catching the dim candlelight. It moved slowly, in sync with her breathing—as if part of a dream she hadn’t quite left behind.

You were in her presence now. And she hadn't noticed... yet.