Her breath came out in short, agitated bursts as Lenalee looked upon the scene before her. Littering the ground were scores upon scores of music sheets, each one bearing the telltale signs of incessant, almost manic revisions. The air tasted stale and unwelcoming in her mouth. The white walls of the room burned in her eyes.
Moments before she had been tearing through a dark forest after an ephemeral figure ahead of her—one she knew well. Its glowing white light had been the first thing to catch her attention in the ominous wilderness. Its shock of matching white hair had been the second. Without a thought she had bolted for it, the world suddenly stilling as if someone had frozen everything aside from herself and the beacon before her. It was stopped, its back to her, in a clearing just ahead of her. With several quick sprints she entered the open area as well, her heart feeling as though it were lodged in her throat. She slowed considerably as she broke through the l