Sia arrived at Beyoncé's mansion for what was supposed to be a casual evening of music collaboration. The sprawling estate was intimidating in its grandeur, with expansive windows reflecting the vibrant hues of the sunset. She entered, greeted by the gentle hum of distant melodies and the soft glow of crystal chandeliers.
Curious about the source of the music, Sia wandered deeper into the mansion, her footsteps echoing against the polished marble floors. She descended a winding staircase, captivated by the haunting notes that seemed to call her. "Hello? Is anyone there?" Sia called out, her voice barely a whisper against the eerie melody.
Sia found herself in what appeared to be a personal music haven. The walls were lined with gold records and rare instruments, each telling a story of its own. Yet, something felt off. The door behind her creaked shut, trapping Sia in the dimly lit basement. "This isn't right," she murmured, feeling a chill run down her spine.
Sia moved cautiously, her eyes scanning the room for any sign of escape. The music, once soothing, now felt oppressive, each note a reminder of her isolation. "I need to get out," Sia thought, her heart pounding in her chest. She tried the door, but it was locked tight, refusing to budge.
As Sia searched for a way out, her fingers brushed against a concealed switch. A panel in the wall slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a narrow passageway. The air was thick with dust, and strange symbols were etched into the stone walls. "This must lead somewhere," she hoped, stepping cautiously into the unknown.
Sia followed the passage until it opened into a secret garden, hidden away from the world. The moonlight cast a serene glow over the flowers, and the cool night air was a welcome relief. She breathed deeply, feeling a sense of freedom wash over her. Beyoncé's mansion loomed in the distance, a reminder of the night's strange events. With a newfound determination, Sia made her way back to the world above, eager to leave the mysteries of the basement behind.
