27My tattoo is warm. It’s heating up and zinging. I look down. It has a razor-sharp luminescence to it all around the edges.
I’m in the ballroom again, but I don’t feel like dancing this time. There is no music this time anyway. I’m looking for something, but I don’t know what. Uldwynah has sent me here. She said it was important.
Wait! I know. The key! She said I had to discover the key. But I’ve been looking for so long now and I haven’t seen a single one.
I have noticed though, that every time I come near one of the mirrors or archways to an adjoining room, my tattoo does this glimmering thing.
She said the key would be found here, so I keep wandering this huge room and have steered clear of the others. They’re dark, with no candles burning in their chandeliers or sconces, the only
