Suddenly, a window appeared in front of them where the cobweb had been. A small set of hands unlatched the window from the opposite side and struggled pushing it open, but eventually it was cracked enough to where lilting music drifted into the room; flute. It was beautiful, and light poured out from the crack in the window, slowly filling the room with the same timing as the music. Cold, gray stone and cobwebs were replaced with bright wooden tables bending under the weight of books and tomes, as well as glass bottles and strange liquids. Bookshelves and instruments lined the walls, with strung flowers and herbs keeping them company. That same sigil that had appeared on the door before was fixed permanently to the wall now in those same, glimmering gold marks that emitted faint flickering sounds, like fresh wood on a fire.
in a kingdom where no place feels like home and magic is feared, a family emerges, triumphant and unlikely.