I remember waking one night from a dreamless sleep staring at the ornate wall my canopy bed was against, I laid there for a few moments trying to determine what had awoken me. When I could not find the cause to what had jolted me suddenly awake I decided it didn’t matter and turned over to face the room. My breath caught. It was then that I understood what had sprung me from my sleep, it was the silence. An eerie silence filled the room, normally sounds of the waves breaking against the rocks and the breathing of the sleeping gulls and sea creatures could be heard from the paintings that now hung in lifeless forms on the walls of my bed chamber. Even the forest of souls was filled with the same unsettling silence that filled my room. I moved the bed curtain out of my line of sight so I could get a better look at my chamber to see if anything was amiss. Yet everything was where it should be, the dresser was a few feet to the right of my bed, my vanity was in the far right corner with my mirror and comb, the door to my closet, which was closed, was facing opposite my bed. Though nothing was out of place, the silence stretched on and I couldn’t shake the feeling of terror at the oddity of it all. Why was it so quiet? Even at this time of night there should be some noise, some sign of life within the castle. I felt a nauseating chill run up my spine that made my stomach clench and sweat slide down my cheek. It was a whisper that seemed to come from nowhere and at the same time everywhere at once. It was as if the very heart of Faerie was crying out to me.