Narsiph

 Sylo opens the tarnished door of Maya's room.  Her door made that familiar rotten creak when he entered.  The sifting daylight from the tattered white curtains gave the small room a melancholy appearance.  He walks to the curtains across the room and begins to sneeze from the lingering dust in the air.  Struggling for air, he pushes the window open to shine whatever daylight he could get from the city.  Thanks to the large buildings across the street, the sunlight made little progress to the room, but it was bright enough to see all the dust resting on the pieces of furniture.  A glint came across his right eye.  He turns to see a metal pict