Your oc was staying in some giant, hidden marble temple. Everything was expertly carved, furniture expertly crafted, everything just pretty, idk, I cant describe architecture or rooms I apologize. Why they’re staying there is up to you, but the people who own the place don’t let people other than family stay with them often, and rarely speak to you. One night as they walk the halls, they could hear a man singing, and playing what sounded like a lyre. It was a low, mournful tune, but at the same time oddly peaceful. With the acoustics of the temple, it sounded almost haunting, like a ghost coming to sing to a loved one. It sounded only a few moonlit halls away. That’s all the context you get, don’t die.

( there is actually a person there-) Whoever it was somehow didn’t see her-

He went silent and just kind of stared at her for a minute-

“No! N-No, you’re alright-“

“I live here..” He drew his hood up, because safety cloak.

“Falcon,” He fidgeted with his lyre.

Abrupt silence.

“I’m real, hello—“

“My name’s Falcon. I live here. Are you the one Sapphire’s letting stay...?”