Lady Cornelia, trapped in the verdigris-covered manor for centuries, is a tormented phantom, forever pacing through the creaking halls in search of her lost lover, her haunting movements marked by a chilling echo of forgotten waltz tunes.
In shadows' dance, I twist and twirl, no mortal man my form unfurls,
Through vacant halls, in whispers fleet, where spectral echoes gently meet.
Can you discern my secret strides, that time and darkness deftly hides?
What fearsome specter graces these rooms, unseen, unheard, in silent bloom?