[ no, actually. there doesn't appear to be anything disturbed at all? it's as if the house itself is frozen in time.
when you wander upstairs, you find her doorway fairly easily. for one thing, there's probably paper covering the front of it. for another, it's partially open.
inside looks the same as ever. canvas silhouettes of trees decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves are on the wall, and dried flowers are glued over the entirety of her closet door. the ceiling fan is hung with leaves hanging in chains, interspersed with colored feathers and lace. on the wall, there's a bird with a talk bubble reading "WORMS FOR ALL" painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. there's a soft green glow thanks to the lamp on her nightstand, and her twin bed is occupied by the girl sitting crisscross applesauce on the mattress, poised with a book open in her lap and frozen solid. ]
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when you wander upstairs, you find her doorway fairly easily. for one thing, there's probably paper covering the front of it. for another, it's partially open.
inside looks the same as ever. canvas silhouettes of trees decorated with collaged and found-paper leaves are on the wall, and dried flowers are glued over the entirety of her closet door. the ceiling fan is hung with leaves hanging in chains, interspersed with colored feathers and lace. on the wall, there's a bird with a talk bubble reading "WORMS FOR ALL" painted above a shelf cluttered with buttons and about nine different pairs of scissors. there's a soft green glow thanks to the lamp on her nightstand, and her twin bed is occupied by the girl sitting crisscross applesauce on the mattress, poised with a book open in her lap and frozen solid. ]