Lynn warily took stock of his surroundings.
He had followed the thread from his little finger all the way here.
And judging by what he saw...
The memories here were still remarkably intact. If everything was correct, this must have been the period before Miss Doll's fall, because he recognized the corridor at a glance. Its layout and decor were identical to those inside the blazing building he had seen earlier.
And if that was the case...
Then what exactly had happened before this? What had brought about the fall that followed?
Lynn quickly sensed the thread attached to his little finger.
Just then, the voices of two passing servants caught his attention.
"The performance is about to begin. We absolutely cannot make any mistakes today. Everyone attending this event is someone important. If we accidentally offend those gentlemen, we'll spend the rest of our lives doing hard labor in a factory."
Their voices reached him. They were clearly speaking a language Lynn knew nothing about, yet he could understand them.
He knew why.
He had not actually traveled through time. The place he occupied was merely a projection of her mind.
The two servants hurried past the end of the corridor.
Their voices were clear, which meant Miss Doll must have been somewhere nearby at the time. Those servants' voices had been etched into her memories as well.
Lynn swiftly crossed the corridor.
His sense of the thread grew clearer and clearer.
At the end of the corridor stood an enormous red curtain, as though he were backstage at a performance. The surroundings were so lavish that they made him uncomfortable. Even the air smelled of decadence.
A moment later...
He reached the curtain and heard a voice amid the faint noise beyond it.
"My poor child, you truly