"Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;"
The song was sung very gently, hardly heard above the common noise emitted from this place. Still, once one had caught wind of it, it was easy to distinguish. The words were soft, the voice gentle as it always did. The reactions to the song varied; from stunned silence to outright rage, the source of the voice was, as ever, calm and collected.
"Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!"
Still, as she walked, white hair and dress trailing behind her, to those that saw her, she was an illusion--a hallucination. She wasn't truly an inmate, and yet there she was. Ageless. Untouchable. Unnerving and unwavering by anything around her. The song was somewhat nostalgic to her, and for whatever reason, made her feel better. She wasn't sad or anything though, so why would she need to feel better?
"Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;"
Said melody continued. She walked alone, unlike many of the others, and for some reason went about unnoticed by the guards. Was it because she usually did as she was told? No, it was because of...
"Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!"
She waltzed right into the room, almost slithering past, still singing. If one was looking closely, she was completely jovial. She danced around for a short bit, spinning on her heel and clasping both hands to her chest, as if issuing a prayer.
"Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!"
Compared to most of the inmates' reactions, her own actions were, well, very out of place. She bowed after her performance, and without waiting for a reaction, sat down in a corner of the room, knees to her chest, and that serene smile on her face. Not another peep came out of her, and she stared only ahead, avoiding eye contact.