There was no life in the solemn hall. But in the deepest part of the dark hall, light from nowhere shone on the throne in the center, and there was a person sitting on the throne. He closed his eyes, his delicate face, and his long silver-white hair hanging down, just like Sleeping Beauty, but there was a hint of melancholy in his frown.
Perhaps this kind of silence is not permanent. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .