There were certain passages of the Crystal Palace that Saariyah preferred to avoid, especially after Chaos had made his grand appearance at the royal ball in the form of energy. There was simply no telling what remained of it, and she simply didn't want to get caught in lonely passages.

But that didn't excuse the fact that Saariyah was coming back home awfully late that night and she was irritated like hell from it. All she wanted was to get back to her chambers and quickly, her experiences from previous nights out and about in the city weren't helpful in the least.

She wondered if the others had experienced anything similar, but Saariyah wasn't the type to ask. Instead, she daringly took the quickest passage back to her chambers. This time of night, the Crystal Palace was quiet, everyone was sound asleep in their beds, and most of the light that shined was coming solely from the Crystal Palace itself. She was grateful for the added effects of the palace walls as it dimmed its light during sundown for the interior, but shined brightly in its exterior.

Somewhere in the middle of the passageway, that's when she saw it -- a vivid scene from Kinmoku during the Sailor Wars. Sailor Galaxia along with her followers were attacking the planet, and each of them launched an attack on the Osmanthus Palace, sending it aflame from the various energies.

Saariyah cringed.

Just as soon as Saariyah was about to reach out for her Star Yell, the scene shattered as a purplish cloud dissolved it. Green eyes fluttered from surprise as Saariyah lowered her Star Yell. "What the hell?" Saariyah grumbled, clutching onto her Star Yell as she refrained from transforming momentarily.

None of this makes any sense. She internally thought, carefully proceeding. There was simply no way that any of that was real. Saariyah couldn't be losing her mind.

Ever since the ball, Marcelline had been severely distracted because she hadn't been apart of the Galaxia that had attacked but she had been killed because of them. With that she had come to lose sleep as she'd been having nightmares of her repeated death. It wouldn't leave her mind. The Mermaid knight was concerned for her well-being but there was nothing he could do for her. Mar was lost in her own thoughts lately. Due to this she wandered the halls of the palace at night until she was too exhausted to continue and would go to her room and collapse on her bed. Usually the palace didn't bother Mar as it comforted her instead but tonight the palace seemed restless. Something wasn't right with the palace tonight.

Marcelline decided to push through and she was turned down a corridor that was near some rooms but stopped when she saw what was before her. It was one of the Starlights. The Mermaid scout stood as she watched the female reach for her Star Yell as if in a trance-like state. Looking around she wondered if Saariyah was going to use it on her or something. But before Mar could do anything the scout in front of her seemed to come out of the trance and lowered her Star Yell. A sigh of relief escaped the solider from Mermaid. The words that followed took her by surprise in the quiet hallway but she shook off the feeling and tilted her head. "Is everything alright, Healer?"she said softly hoping not to scare her but the Mermaid scout stepped forward cautiously.

@Saariyah Bhasin

When Marcelline's voice rang in her ears it came to her by surprise. She wasn't normally someone Saariyah had interacted with, and mostly out of her own hesitation towards any of the Galactica. So, to find her here in one of the hallways which Saariyah was was experiencing something bizarre didn't settle well with her.

Saariyah had to remind herself that Marcelline wasn't a threat. Not now at least, and neither were the rest of the Galactica. Her green eyes focused on Marcelline as she tried to hide her own embarrassment from her behavior. Did she....did she see that?

"I'm....fine," Saariyah belatedly decided. "What are you doing up at this hour?" Saariyah tried her hardest to change the subject, but it was clear that she wasn't fine -- her eyes kept wandering away from Marcelline, as if anticipating something. She still felt it, it was something hard to ignore. But what was it?

"Do you sense something strange?" Saariyah asked, wondering if it was her own imagination.

@Marcelline Faridah