It is a subtle thing. . . The halls are no longer so echoingly empty. Voices drift from various rooms of the Manse, and the decaying structure has even seen some care and attention by its residents. Our newly appointed housekeeper works to fend off the plants from the building, and guests take up small tasks in the effort of seeing this space renewed. It is a subtle thing. Dust no longer drifts through the god-rays. Cobwebs no longer adorn the corners of the ceilings. My home is not quite so lonely as it once was~
However- with the growing presence of new minds within my realm, other kinds of awareness are beginning to stir, bending their regard upon my space. Be wary guests, new and old alike. We are not quite so alone as we might think.