The man leads her to the sitting room.

She trails after him, steps carpeted by a thick rug, and stands in the middle of the room, rotating, eyes slowly rove over the blank walls that are akin to her room, settle on the lone framed sky blue-and-ivory tapestry, glimmering down at her with a hint of haughtiness.

Something shifts at the peripheral.

She moved to the window and peered at the forest spawning like a checkerboard underneath.

From afar, ocean waves sent sprays of mist into the atmosphere.