Nothing in the Sidh is unattractive. In fact, Aurora hasn’t seen anything less than beautiful here.

Under the hill, where the folk disappear at day, Aurora finally understands the temptations of foolish mortals like herself. A place so beautiful can be as damning as an enchantment.

The roof is packed with dirt and entwining branches, stretching down with blooming purple flowers like a chandelier. Every entrance and exit, seemingly leading to nowhere, is carved and decorated with blue green stained glass. They have glowing carvings of sirens and pretty fauns.

Everything is dark, too dark for Auroras mortal eyes to make out much. But she can see the glowing petals, gracefully falling from the sky. She can see the flashes of gold and silver jewels the dancing folk flaunt. She can see the pixie dust trailing behind flying beings, zipping by to fast to make out.

Everything is riveting. Enchanting! The though of staying here forever makes Auroras stomach flutter. And then drop.

No beauty like this is meant for humans.

She turns to leave through the grassy vines she entered, but a cold long hand stops her. Aurora can’t see the man who grabbed her and began spinning her in the dance floor. But she has a feeling he’s no more human than the rest.

Throughout the night, Aurora is passed between the hands of many as her heart gets lost in the mirth. No place is quiet as beautiful. And while she tries to imagine it in the day, an ugly hole in the hills, her mind can think of any way a place like this can ever not be enchanting.

Finally, when the last song plays and she leaves the Sidh, Aurora wonders whether hours passed, or years.