There's absolutely no resistance. She enters Victoria's mind easily.
It's a star-lit sky in a seemingly perpetual lunar equivalent of a solstice. Flower petals levitate, slowly blown by the subtle floral scents of a light spring breeze. The petals are wreathed in unearthly fire, a perfect imitation of the ones in the grotto during the honeymoon. Trees are tastefully arranged in elegant patterns with the occasional antique light, ornate with rustic charm illuminating a perfectly smooth footpath of crystalline glass. It seems devoid of all activity, yet strangely, it doesn't feel very lonely. Streams and miniature waterfalls, flow gently, sporadically arranged in the area. The hauntingly beautiful landscape was a phantasmagoria of soft light and quite noises.
It was oddly romantic.
Considering that it's a graveyard.
Four large altars are present, each lovingly made with the architectural and aesthetic style of a different nation and era, adorned with the finest materials and rarest gems. They seemed to possess an unearthly sense of comfort, despite their grim purpose. Two of them had a single grave with arrays of priceless pieces of scientific equipment, each unit elaborately complex yet efficient despite the precious materials they were made from. Two of them had dual graves with flowers, decorations and paintings resting by them, accompanied by meticulously written letters and other dedicated compositions, handwritten in elaborate calligraphy.
Collapsed against a streetlight futilely for support was Victoria, sobbing quietly with bitter, interspersed gasps.
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Well shit, I type this up and find out that @RangerCado fell asleep XD))